And lately I've been saying that I really want to read some more substantial literature - something with bite and depth. Some classics that I have always meant to read. Some serious non-fiction.
What am I actually reading? Fluff and lots of it. I bought two of my "vampire porn" books over the weekend (Lynsay Sands) - I found one after the book-club-meeting-for-the-book-I-didn't-read and the other was on order and arrived - and I read them both by Monday morning. I've also gone and ordered the rest of the ones I don't have, and can't find, here in Korea minus one that What the Book says is out of stock.
Just look what I read last month:
The Boelyn Inheritance, Perfect Match, Keeping Faith, Bite Me If You Can, Race Against Time, Dragonsblood, What Canadians Think (About Almost Everything), Son of a Witch, Ordinary People, White Tiger, The Other Boelyn Girl, Break No Bones, Cross Bones, Deadly Decisions, Bare Bones, Grave Secrets, Deja Dead Meiko and the Fifth Treasure, Superfudge, Ramona Quimby Age 8, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, The Magic Circle, Felita, Going Home, Daniel's Story, The Trumpet of the SwanChildren's novels, Bones novels, vampire porn and dragon fantasy books, Jodi Picoult books, and books about women in nice frocks. All very enjoyable, but the only slightly serious books I managed to read were Race Against Time, Ordinary People and White Tiger.
They always say that what you do with your time needs to align with your goals. Which means that I need to start reading all those books I buy and say I really, really want to read. Though once my order of vampire porn arrives at What the Book, I don't