Reading a good book is one of my great loves in life. When I find a book and start really getting into it, I fall in love and throw myself into with the passion of a reckless teenager. You know when you first had those feelings and you swore to yourself you would handle them better next time because they were too intense. Well that’s me.
I’m not new to this feeling. It has happened time and again and I face the feeling with mixed emotion – pure love and utter hate. Because when I hit that stage of a book where I am 100% in, I find it hard to do anything else. Forget my kids, husband, friends, family or au pairs. Unless the house is on fire or someone is dying – I am busy people. My justification is this – I rarely slow down so when I do, I consider it well deserved “mommy time out.”
I’m there now. It happened again. Damn it! But, oh, how I do love it too. I’m reading the third book in the trilogy written by Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest. I have my former Swedish au pair, Lisa, to blame thank for this current addiction. Each of Stieg Larsson’s detective novels have captivated me beyond return. They center around two main characters Lisbeth Salander and Mikael Blomqvist and that is all I can say without drumming on for hours and detailing the sordid plot.
So here I am, at 82% complete. This is a new language I am completely comfortable with thanks to my Kindle which doesn’t actually have page numbers. With every percentage point, I get more excited and a bit saddened. Closer to knowing the ending and thus elated to having a little more control/dignity back and saddened because the love affair will soon be over.
So if you must know, I arrived home last night after a dinner party picked up my Kindle and headed for bed. I read until my eyes hurt. And then I got up again at 6:00am to pick up where I left off. My husband caught me on the toilet at 7:15am with said Kindle in hand totally engrossed. It’s that good – I couldn’t put it down long enough to even go to the bathroom. Even Caroline had a good laugh over catching mommy on the toilet reading a book.
I brought it downstairs and hoped to sneak in a little more reading before going to work but alas had to put the good book down and face the day, feed and water the family and head off to work. Tonight might be a replay. Until I finish this book, I am a bit stuck so if you are like my kids and husband, you are hoping the process goes by quickly. If you are like me, you are excited for the few moments of quiet when you can delve into a book with reckless abandon and enjoy a good read.
For those less interested in “falling” for a good book here is a summary offered by Wikipedia. But for the rest of you, I highly encourage this read. Of course, start with The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, then go to The Girl Who Played With Fire and finish it off with The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets’ Nest. It’s well worth it.
What book have you lost yourself in recently? I am already on the hunt for my next book.