According to goodreads, I am currently reading 3 books. Though, not actually. Last year sometime, or maybe the year before that, Ryan and I decided to read a book together. Out loud. We would take turns reading a chapter of a book. That book was (is?) Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto by Chuck Klosterman. Now, I’m not huge into pop culture (or the news or what’s on the radio), and because of this, most everything he talks about in this book, Ryan needed to pause and explain the subject. After a while, I lost interest and moved on. Since then, I’ve probably read about 16 books. Actually, it’s exactly 16 books because goodreads keeps track (a huge reason why I love this site so much). And still, the book sits on my nightstand with the page marked where we left off. Will we ever finish it? I don’t know….
Just recently, I started to read the ebook of Boneshaker by Cherie Priest on my phone. But after only 16 or so pages, the story didn’t capture me so I just simply stopped reading. I also think it’s because I was a little burnt out on books at that moment. I had just finished reading The Name of the Wind and the sequel The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss back to back. Both of these books are pretty hefty reading. That’s a total of 1716 pages between the two and it only took me six weeks. That sounds like a long time but for me, that’s lightning fast for books this size. And it is because these books are so amazing that I read them so quickly.
Fast forward to a month later to two days ago, I started reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I am about 30 pages in (which isn’t a lot but I read at night and tend to fall asleep quickly) and I am already attached to the main character. So much, I got a little choked up at the end of second chapter. I don’t want to say too much because I plan to write a review post of it later, but I can tell you that I will finish it soon and go onto the second book in the series right away.