I’ve finally discovered the upside of menopause. The lack of sleep provides lots more time for reading.
When the kids grew up and moved away to chase adventure, I rediscovered my love of reading. Oh, we had read lots while they were at home. When they were very small I read to them; as they learned, they read to me. Through it all we read as a family. For years we had a family book going and would gather in someone’s bedroom and lounge on the bed while either their dad or I read. But I had not read myself for pleasure much during those years.
The past few years I have challenged myself each New Year’s to read a certain number of books that year. I track my progress at Goodreads increasing my goal each year. So far this year I have logged 115 completed books, almost every page read in the wee small hours while the sane world slumbers. They say every cloud has a silver lining. Instead of tossing and turning through sleepless nights, my silver lining is found in the pages of books.
A baker’s dozen of the best books I have read this year…
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
The Good Girl by Mary Kubica
Spilling Clarence by Anne Ursu
Please Don’t Tell by Elizabeth Adler
Missing Child by Patricia MacDonald
The Far Cry by Frederic Brown
The Canterbury Sisters by Kim Wright
A Good American by Alex George
Crime of Privilege by Walter Walker
Thy Brother’s Wife by Andrew Greeley
Daddy Love by Joyce Carol Oates
The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog by Bruce Perry
Observing National Book Month with Mama Kat.