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Books Rock. End Of.

1 Feb

ImageAs long as I can remember, I’ve always loved books, and reading.  I wanted to pass this love onto Tornado Toddler, and I’m pretty sure I’ve succeeded. At sixteen months, he can now often be found pursuing me through the house, wildly bashing a book at my legs and won’t quit until I sit down to share it with him. He is obsessed (and I mean, obsessed) with animals and currently his favourite stories are Mog’s Christmas (he’s not bothered it’s not entirely seasonal), Muddle Farm (I have magnets all over my dishwasher, the bin, the radiator), Spot, Hugless Douglas, and his Usborne Children’s Bible, which is beautifully illustrated with animals of all kinds. As well as Jesus.

It’s fantastic to see, because I think to be given the gift of loving books is an amazing thing. I don’t understand people who say they don’t read. I cannot compute. What? Why ever not? It makes no sense to my befuddled brain. These people miss out on so much. You can experience so much through a book. Meet new people. Travel different places. Do interesting things. Books are an adventure, right there, at the tips of your fingers. What’s not to like? (Anyway, I don’t entirely believe people who say they don’t like reading. I just think they haven’t found the right book yet.)

Enid Blyton was my favourite author when I was younger. I loved The Famous Five, The Magic Faraway Tree, Mallory Towers and The Twins at St Clare’s. Even now I’m still stunned by how many books she published (It was hundreds. Read all about it on her Wiki page:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enid_blyton).

Thinking about how much she wrote, and the amount of storylines she came up with, completely blows my mind. 10,000 words a day? Good grief, woman, you were a writing machine. But I remember so clearly the excitement I felt when I got a new Blyton to read, knowing I was preparing to go on an adventure on a deserted island, or into a boarding school, or to live on a farm, or go up a magical tree. Enid helped create that magic in my childhood which made me love books so much now as an adult. So thanks, for that, Enid. You rock. (And thanks Mum and Dad for getting the books for me. It pays to have parents who run the book stall at the village fete. You rock, too.)

What about you? Which books did you most enjoy from your childhood?

 

Books I Love: The Hunger Games

16 Jan

I resisted reading The Hunger Games for a long time, so I know I’m coming to this super late, but wow, this book is amazing.

I don’t get a lot of reading time at the moment (being a mother to a tornado toddler) but I’ve devoured the first two in this YA trilogy in record time and am currently finishing the third.

Katniss is sixteen and lives with her mother and sister in one of the poorest districts of what used to be the United States. Each district must send one boy and one girl as a tribute to take part in the annual Hunger Games, a televised reality show where the last one left standing (i.e. alive) is the winner. When Katniss’s sister is chosen as tribute, Katniss volunteers to take her place.

It’s the ultimate story of survival and had me on the edge of my seat, desperate to know who came out alive. I can’t wait for the film later this year. I just hope they do it justice – I hate it when you’re passionate about a book and then the film lets it down.