I’ve always been a bookworm, ever since I was a child. I used to read everything I could get my hands on, from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, to Malory Towers and everything in-between. When I became a teenager my attention turned to what today we’d call Young Adult fiction (anyone remember that book called Forever?!) and then onto Jackie Collins (I read Hollywood Husbands first of all, then spent my entire pocket money and savings on her back catalogue!).
Since then I have continued to read and my book collection is… well taking over the entire house if I’m honest. There are times when I do try to let go of some, but my husband will tell you that clean-outs are very few and far between. However, while I have continued to collect novels on a ferocious basis, there have been times when I have gone months without reading a single one. This was down mainly to having a child, being reluctant to buy reading glasses and then also reading lots of books as research for my own work. As a result, my main focus became non-fiction and children’s books. (By the way, there are some excellent children’s books out there – I can wholeheartedly recommend Robin Stevens).
However, something wonderful happened to me in Spring last year. My mum loaned me a historical novel called Mother’s Day and I was so hooked that I read it in the space of a few days. Then something triggered inside me. That long-lost feeling of always needing to have my head in a book was resurrected and before I knew it, I was hooked on reading again. Historical novels and psychological thrillers are my go-to books at the moment and I’ve read dozens of them in the past nine months or so. I have read some non-fiction too, but these two genres are blowing my mind and I often start and finish one in the same day if it’s the weekend and over the course of several evenings if it’s a weekday. I’m so thrilled to be back in the flow of reading again, and with the help of my old lady reading glasses, I can actually see the words now! 🙂