the crazy little reader.

when i was little, we often would drive out to BC for a month during the summer.

we camped, swam, explored, spent time with family...

and read and read and read.

i would go to the library before the trip,

check out 20 books,

and try my best to stuff them all in one backpack.

i read voraciously during the year too.

at about thirteen years old, i realized, with great sadness,

that i had read almost the complete young adult section at my local library.

i began to venture off to the next closest library to quench my insatiable thirst.

{i was a flexible little reader!}

all throughout junior high and high school, i read like crazy.

but as i started university,

all the required readings (novels, articles, textbooks) started to weigh me down.

i realized that i started wanting to read for pleasure less + less.

all that required reading made picking up a book look a lot less attractive.

it's a little scary when something you have always done,

something you've always considered core to your personality,

just isn't there anymore. 

this is not to say that i don't read at all anymore,

but i often have to force myself to pick up a book,

and it sometimes takes me a looooong time to get through it.

(case in point, outliers. i finally finished it yesterday after starting it THIS SUMMER!)

every once in awhile, i read something that re-ignites that spark

and i feel like that crazy little reader inside of me is not gone,

just a little tired.

(jonathan strange + mr. norrell did it for me this summer -

read it! a little slow in the middle, but the last third was amazing!)

so new year's resolution:

revive that crazy little reader inside.

i miss him a lot.

and i need to start spending more time in bookstores again.

what wonderful wonderful places.

any fabulous book suggestions??