After years in grad school of being tortured with forced reading, I finally enjoy books again. Fiction, mind you: non-fiction still seems like an assignment. When I started back, it had been so long since I had actually read a book of my own choosing, I really didn’t know what I liked. The result is a long list of books that sit at the 3% read mark in Kindle.
It’s been hit and miss, but it’s narrowed to three favorite categories: gothic novels (LOVED Wilkie Collins’ Woman in White, so good!); historical fiction (but not romance-y type stuff: make me BELIEVE I’m in 16th century Hungary!); and apocalypse stories, zombies or otherwise (preferably told from the female point of view, not militaristic scenarios that make me just want to skip a few pages ahead to get back to the real story).
Kind of eclectic, but who’s tastes aren’t. From time to time I might share what I’ve just finished reading, although it shouldn’t be construed as an actual review. That feels too much like homework. Just a few thoughts of what the book was like, if it was worth the read.