I am, by my own admission, not a very fast reader. It can take me up to a week to read your average 300 page novel. But, every so often, inspiration springs forth from god knows where and I manage to beast through a whole book in just a day. It doesn’t happen quite as much as I’d like it to, but I think its rarity is what makes it all that more special.
Sometimes, I do find that magic lengthy book that I just cannot put down, but more often than not the books that I manage it through within 24 hours are quite short. It still counts though, as every second spent reading matters.
I grew up in the 90s and 00s, and a lot of my time then was spent reading series that would shape much of my outlook on life. One such series was The Baby-Sitter’s Club by Ann M. Martin.
This book is part of my Name TBR.
Audrey is over romance. Since her parents’ relationship imploded her mother’s been catatonic, so she takes a cinema job to get out of the house. But there she meets wannabe film-maker Harry. Nobody expects Audrey and Harry to fall in love as hard and fast as they do. But that doesn’t mean things are easy. Because real love isn’t like the movies…
Today marks the beginning of National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo to give it its colloquial title. Across November, thousands of budding authors across the globe sign themselves up for one of the world’s biggest writing challenges.
Once in a while, I like to give my room a good clear out. It settles me, and it passes away a few hours when I simply have nothing better to do with my time. Today, I went through the boxes in my bedroom to see what treasures lay hidden.
Among the old pairs of shoes that have worn down and the various items of clothes that are now too big/small for me, I found some old copy books. And not just any old copy books. These contained what I imagined to be my best selling novels, all written between the ages of eight and 14.