I love to read. I have since I was little. I also have a bad habit of getting completely engrossed in what I am reading. Getting so wrapped up that I can not put the book down until I know what happens. I am still this way. I have no self control when it comes to reading.
That is not the shameless part. What is shameless is what I like to read. Chick lit. There I said. I like to read the mindless dribble that is chick lit. Not romance novels. Just your run of the mill chick lit.
Over the past couple of weeks I have reignited my love of reading. And I gave into the chick lit.
What is it about this genre that does me in? I have found that I enjoy the books that involve being a mom as well. Which makes sense. It is relateable on that level in some way.
I can not quite put my finger on the draw. The last three books I have read, I have been able to identify with the main characters in some way. Seeing as to how they were all moms. I also seem to like (this is even more shameless) the underlying romantic love aspect in the books. In all of them (they are moms, so they had to get that way somehow) men are present and relationships are a reoccurring theme.
I find myself siding with certain characters. Tearing up in certain parts. I get completely lost in that other world. I go to a whole different place. I feel what they are feeling. I route for them, get angry at them, try to walk in their shoes. It is so odd. And I have done so since I began reading chapter books years ago.
Maybe it is the dreamer in me. The part of me that still loves the sweep you off your feet romance and the dreams of the unknown. Even as a grown -up now I still feel it. I thought it was gone. Turns out it is still there. The love of reading, even mindless chick lit, and getting lost in another life.
Shameless.
That is not the shameless part. What is shameless is what I like to read. Chick lit. There I said. I like to read the mindless dribble that is chick lit. Not romance novels. Just your run of the mill chick lit.
Over the past couple of weeks I have reignited my love of reading. And I gave into the chick lit.
What is it about this genre that does me in? I have found that I enjoy the books that involve being a mom as well. Which makes sense. It is relateable on that level in some way.
I can not quite put my finger on the draw. The last three books I have read, I have been able to identify with the main characters in some way. Seeing as to how they were all moms. I also seem to like (this is even more shameless) the underlying romantic love aspect in the books. In all of them (they are moms, so they had to get that way somehow) men are present and relationships are a reoccurring theme.
I find myself siding with certain characters. Tearing up in certain parts. I get completely lost in that other world. I go to a whole different place. I feel what they are feeling. I route for them, get angry at them, try to walk in their shoes. It is so odd. And I have done so since I began reading chapter books years ago.
Maybe it is the dreamer in me. The part of me that still loves the sweep you off your feet romance and the dreams of the unknown. Even as a grown -up now I still feel it. I thought it was gone. Turns out it is still there. The love of reading, even mindless chick lit, and getting lost in another life.
Shameless.
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I find myself unable to read fiction anymore. First, I don't seem to have blocks of time to devote to it, and second, I feel guilty if I'm not reading something by someone I know, when I have stacks of books by Eric's friends I could be reading.
And then, I see how the whole publishing process works, and it turns me off a little.
So, I read non-ficiton. And magazines. And, of course, lots of Dr. Seuss. LOL!
If you ever want to get as far away from chick lit as possible, you should read my husband's books. But really, don't. There's no romance. Barely any women, and the ones there are, aren't very nice.
I know it's gotten mixed reactions in the religious community - fictionalizing a real character from the Bible - but I thought it was a really great read. It was probably the last fiction I read, and I couldn't put it down.
Love children's books! Even those chapter books we used to read in elementary school!
One book I just finished last night, which I should probably be silent about, is Story Telling by Tori Spelling. Not quite sure how that book got into my house, but I unfortunately couldn't put it down :)
Can't wait to see you on Sept 3!!!
luvs ~ Annie
I can not read the Twilight books. I have issues with vampires. Kind of like my issues with clowns....
And..........I like my chick lit. I need something mindless. Staying at home with three kids, home schooling two of them......I need something that I do not have to think about.
Kiki, I have two more for you. (;