If a young lady of marriageable age made a habit of reading extensively, her family had to keep it a secret, lest it threaten her chances of attracting a suitable husband. The best thing you could say about a lady who read too much was that she was "a trifle bookish."
I've always been a trifle bookish. All right, more than a trifle. I read every chance I get. I carry my current book around with me like a toddler with a security blanket. There are books in every room in my house. With the bookshelves overflowing, they occupy tables, chairs, and even the floor.
In a recent conversation with my Darling Son, he called me an obsessive reader. It took a few moments for that comment to sink in, since I was just getting to the good part of a romance novel I was devouring. Obsessive? Really? I pondered the concept for a few moments before going back to my novel.
Since that time, I have given the matter a lot of thought, and have decided to embrace my obsession and share it with the world. When I'm not reading books, I like to talk about them. In this blog, I will be sharing my love of books in hopes of starting a dialogue with other bookish people. Stay tuned for future blog entries on books from all sorts of genres--mystery, romance, science fiction, fantasy--whatever strikes my fancy at the time. What kinds of books do you like to talk about?
