Booking through Thursday

Reading Resolutions

Published on January 3, 2013 by Margaret14 Comments

Any reading resolutions for the new year? Reading more? (Reading less?) Reading better books? Bigger books? More series? More relaxing books?

It’s been a while since I wrote a Booking Through Thursday post – this week’s question seems appropriate.

This year I’m aiming to read as slowly as possible to try to absorb more of the book, because I often race through, eager to know what happens and after a day or two I can’t remember much about it. I want to take time and think about what I’m reading.

I also want to read as many books as I can from my own shelves, because I have a lot of unread books. My difficulty with this is that I’m always tempted by new books, or books other bloggers recommend.

In 2012 I read 105 books but this year I’m undecided about setting a target (such as the one on the Goodreads Reading Challenge which I did last year), because although I like keeping records and statistics, I think they don’t actually mean much €“ it’s the reading that counts for me. Setting a target makes me anxious especially when Goodreads tells me how many books behind my target I am. So my target at the moment is to read what I feel like, as and when I want and never mind the numbers.

I began this blog to record at least a short note about each book I read, but that doesn’t seem relevant to me any more, and it has become a chore, so this year I’ll only write about a book if I feel like it.

In short, I’m looking forward to a year full of lots of carefree reading.

Who taught you to read?

Published on June 28, 2012 by Margaret14 Comments

A while ago, Deb at Booking Through Thursday interviewed her readers for a change, and her final question was, ‘œWhat question have I NOT asked at BTT that you’d love me to ask?’

This morning’s BTT question is the question I asked:

Who taught you to read?

I asked this because I don’t remember who taught me to read and I wondered if anyone else does actually remember being taught.

I just can’t remember a time when I couldn’t talk, walk or read. I know that I could read before I went to school and that I loved being read to and being told stories. It was my dad who read to me at night before I went to sleep and he was the one who made up silly, funny stories to keep me and my sister entertained. So maybe it was him who taught me to read.

But it could have be my mum who taught me because she was the one who took me to the library with her. The library was a small branch library with children’s and adults’ books in the same room and I could choose my own books whilst she chose hers and she could keep an eye on me at the same time. She was the one who always had her head in a book when she wasn’t busy doing anything else.

I wish I could remember. All I do remember is loving books and it seems as though I learnt to read by looking and listening rather than being taught. But it can’t have been that simple – can it?

Booking Through Thursday: An Interview with Me

Published on January 12, 2012 by Margaret13 Comments

Booking Through Thursday asks:

1. What’s your favorite time of day to read? I don’t have a favourite time – any time is best. I read mostly early mornings and late at night.

2. Do you read during breakfast? (Assuming you eat breakfast.) Yes.

3. What’s your favorite breakfast food? (Noting that breakfast foods can be eaten any time of day.) I love porridge for a hot breakfast and muesli when I fancy a cold breakfast.

4. How many hours a day would you say you read? 2 – 3 hours.

5. Do you read more or less now than you did, say, 10 years ago? About the same.

6. Do you consider yourself a speed reader? No

7. If you could have any superpower, what would it be? To read multiple books at the same time.

8. Do you carry a book with you everywhere you go? Not everywhere, but most places – it’s easier now with my Kindle.

9. What KIND of book? If it’s a ‘real’ book it has to be small enough to fit in my bag or pocket and can be any genre – usually whatever I’m reading.

10. How old were you when you got your first library card? Four or five, I think, or I may have been able to borrow books on my mother’s card, I don’t know. I only remember borrowing books from the library before I went to school aged five.

11. What’s the oldest book you have in your collection? (Oldest physical copy? Longest in the collection? Oldest copyright?) I don’t know the oldest physical book in my collection. It would be one of the books my parents or grandparents owned. I have several of these that I know my parents were given (as school and Sunday School prizes) in the 1920s, but there are a few like these that probably belonged to my grandparents:

Jane Eyre by Currer Bell (Charlotte Bronte) published by Richard Edward King, 88 Curtain Road, E.C. no date probably 1880s- 90s and The Channings by Mrs Henry Wood, published by Richard Bentley and Son, Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen, 1890.

12. Do you read in bed? Yes – see question 1.

13. Do you write in your books?I was brought up never to write in books, but I sometimes do now – in pencil. I have some of my children’s books that I’ve coloured in the line drawings with coloured pencils and some novels I read for school with passages underlined in biro (I’m shocked by my younger self!)

14. If you had one piece of advice to a new reader, what would it be? Read whatever you like and read, read, read. Never believe anyone who tells you that you should be doing something else rather than reading.

Book Beginnings on Friday

Published on November 25, 2011 by Margaret6 Comments

This morning I finished reading Faulks on Fiction by Sebastian Faulks, a book I’ve been reading slowly for a few weeks (my review coming soon). It’s time to choose another non-fiction book to take its place. It’s got to be a book I can read in small bites and not lose the thread, maybe a biography/autobiography, or a diary, collection of letters, or a history book.

I’ve looked at a few and have decided on this one:

The half-timbered mansion disappeared long ago, and the paved thoroughfare lies buried beneath the dust of centuries. The Great Fire tore the heart out of this corner of Elizabethan London, devouring books, buildings and streets. One of the few things that survived is a small and insignificant-looking map – crinkled, faded, but still bearing the proud name of its owner. (page 1)

This is the beginning of Giles Milton’s about the first English settlement in the New World in the sixteenth century. It’s Big Chief Elizabeth: how England’s Adventurers gambled and won the New World. I’ve read his earlier book Nathaniel’s Nutmeg, which is a fascinating tale of the ‘competition between England and Holland for possession of the spice- producing islands of South-East Asia throughout the 17th century.’

I like the beginning of Big Chief Elizabeth, which within a few words captures the mystery and appeal of history for me. I’m looking forward to discovering more about the map and its owner.

Blurb from the back cover:

Big Chief Elizabeth has it all: gallant English seadogs, coiffured courtiers, exotic locations and lots of fights with pirates, Spaniards and Indians. (Sunday Telegraph)

Plus I’m interested to read Giles Milton’s newest book, Wolfram: the Boy who Went to War.

Book Beginnings on Friday is hosted by Katy at A Few More Pages.

Odd: Booking Through Thursday

Published on October 6, 2011 by Margaret4 Comments

This week Deb asks:

What’s the oddest book you’ve ever read? Did you like it? Hate it? Did it make you think?

I’ve read plenty of odd books, some of which I’ve not liked, and some I’ve enjoyed immensely. They certainly make me think. Actually I think a lot of books I read can be classed as ‘odd’, in one way or another, but as for the oddest – that’s very hard to decide.

The People's Act of Love by James Meek One that came to mind as an odd subject is The People’s Act of Love by James Meek. I read this before I’d started this blog and just have a brief note saying that I thought it was ‘strange’. My memory tells me it was chilling, disgusting in parts yet compelling reading in others. Anyway, I finished it, so it can’t have been that bad. There’s an enthusiastic reviewby Irvine Welsh in the Guardian 9 July 2005.

Lambs of God by Marele Day Another one is Lambs of God by Marele Day, one I enjoyed much more than the Meek book. It’s another book I read in my pre-blog days. On the back cover it’s described as

a mesmerising novel with the power of all the best fiction – that of shining an oddly angled and penetrating light on the real world. This is the conflict of the church of the primitive saints and the church of worldliness and simony; the struggle between them is as gripping as a thriller.

I thought it was very strange, about three nuns who, for example have a Haircut Day, once a year, followed by Shearing Day for the sheep they look after. I fancy re-reading it – if only I had time!

Age Appropriate – Booking Through Thursday

Published on May 12, 2011 by Margaret9 Comments

Do you read books ‘œmeant’ for other age groups? Adult books when you were a child; Young-Adult books now that you’re grown; Picture books just for kicks ‘¦ You know ‘¦ books not ‘œmeant’ for you. Or do you pretty much stick to what’s written for people your age?

I read regardless of whatever age books may be aimed at. I loved the Harry Potter books and I enjoy re-reading the books I loved when I was younger. I’ve been hooked on watching Dr Who on TV from the beginning, although I haven’t read any of the books and now I’ve thought about it I can’t imagine why I haven’t – too many books and too little time, I suppose. Philip Pullman is another author whose books appeal to all ages.

There are many more. For example, a while ago I re-read Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows which I’d first read when I was about 12. I’d liked it the first time for its story and characters; this time round I saw different things in it – the mysticism, the spirituality and the portrayal of human nature. It’s not just animals messing about in boats on the river. I suspect it may be like that with other books – Little Women seems so moralising now, much different from how I viewed it as a child.

And did I read adult books as a child – yes, of course I did. Amongst other books, I remember borrowing Radclyffe Hall’s The Well of Loneliness from the library also when I was twelve – a bit different from The Wind in the Willows.