I have mentioned before my craving for books. I can not read a book on the computer or - horrors - on an IPOD like some I know. I do not even like books on tape.
No, I am an old fashioned fuddy duddy with my books. I need to hold them, feel the weight of the words, feel and hear the paper as the pages turn. Watch the bookmark move from front to back.
Even if it means sneezing my way through a dusty old copy of Maugham's Of Human Bondage which I am doing now.
I just recently finished another go-round with Harry Potter, then fed my need for something new with the delightful The Tales of Beedle the Bard, made more delightful by the proceeds going to a children's charity.
Still lingering on my bedside table is Mark Twain's The Innocents Abroad, a laugh-out-loud inducing travelogue, once you hone in on Twain's sense of humor.
Also at the bedside is Philip Pullman's Count Karlstein, a world full of odd characters beautifully drawn with words.
We watched movie rendition of The Secret Life of Bees last night and I found it very well done. It made me want to re-read the book, but I'm afraid. On first reading, I found it such a perfectly written book, that I'm afraid some how a second look will break the spell.
So, any recommendations? What are you reading that is good?
Thor sez: I'm reading over your shoulder and I think I could get away from the Demon Huntsman*!
(*from Count Karlstein by Philip Pullman)