I am congratulating myself on my recent triumphant. I checked out a fiction book from the library and read it from cover to cover. Now I know the answer as to why I haven’t really read fiction for a number of years; I don’t have the patience to wait until I can steal away time to read. I want to sit and read for 6 hours straight, an impossible feat when I work as a legal assistant and "house manager", the term I have adopted for my home responsibilities. I do not have to wait to see what will happen next when I am reading a recipe; it’s very short and if I am lucky, I will be able to see if the combination of ingredients truly lives up to the boasting of the author. If I am reading on how to assist Mari in her attitudes towards school or how to plant bulbs in the garden , I can take the bit of knowledge, store it in my brain, and use it when needed. This is not so when reading a fictionalized story as maybe I can store the information that I have read, but storing the information is unuseful as it only fuels my curiosity as to what will happen next.
Of course, I now appreciate why I would far rather read a novel than watch a movie...watching a preview for a movie is very disappointing as it nearly gives away the whole plot, but reading the back of a novel, the details are left hidden. Haunted Ground, by Erin Hart, was fantastic as the author wrote a story that led the reader, me, to another story. There were two mysteries to solve rather than just one. Haunted Ground is my first "grown up" fictional piece that I have read in quite some time (that wasn’t a requirement for school) and filled with wonderful details. I’m terribly tired of stories that have a brief story line without details, yet if too many details are thrown into the story, there can be confusion as to where the plot is going.
I don’t actually see myself reading another truly FICTION piece for a bit...now that I have been engrossed in the novel for the last 4 days, I have to retrieve the soured laundry from the washer, empty the mailbox, and compost the dead plants that died waiting for me to water them. Ok, I am only kidding, but I truly felt the house was left forgotten as I snuck away to read snippets of the story. Fortunately, Mari likes to read alongside me-with her own books, of course. She asked what my book was about...and as she is still struggling from nightmares, I couldn’t very well tell her anything...so I said it was a mystery about relationships. Which, indeed, it is. Don’t go to the website for the book-it will give away the entire plot. Or wait a few years. Maybe it will become a movie. Of course, then the previews will give the whole story away in a 30 second clip.
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