“Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.” — Neil Gaiman
Amen. I have a million favorite books. (Caddie Woodlawn, The Giver, The Witches, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, The Light We Cannot See, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, The History of Love, Middlesex, The Year of Magical Thinking, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, About Alice, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, The Red Tent, She’s Come Undone, The Poisonwood Bible, The God of Small Things, The Reader, Tuck Everlasting, Cheaper By the Dozen…)
I’m Liz, a former first grade teacher, and currently a mom to two young kids.
I am voracious, fast reader. I love the weight of a book in my hands, and the brightly colored spines of a stack of new books.
I read when I can, wherever I can. If I’m binging GoT, or obsessively trolling the Smitten Kitchen website for new recipes, then I’m reading less frequently. If the roads are all clear, and my children’s nightly mutiny has been squashed early, I’m likely reading before bed.
I always have a huge stack of books by my bed, and I’m always on the lookout for my next one.
If I’m not in love after page 50, I’ll move on. Life is too short to read books that don’t make you go wild.