Reading in the Spring

It’s like clothes.

In the winter you settle down in thick, gray and black sweaters with a thick and small-black worded novel. The coffee pot is on, the soup is souping on the stove and the darkness outside is matched within the dark characters of your book.

For me, the winter was composed of Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, and a scary horror/sci-fi manuscript my co-reporter is working on and wanted me to read and edit.

By the time March and early April rolled around, I needed some light and when I mean light, I mean girly, happy, and flowery, I guess is what you could describe my desire by.

Once April came I switched it up. Big time.

From Stephen King’s “Gunslinger” to L.M. Montgomery’s “Anne of Green Gables.” And, to a row of audio books in the feminist genre: Caitlin Moran’s “How to be a Woman” and “How to Build a Girl” Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Committed” and currently, Roxanne Gay’s “Bad Feminist.”

When I started “Anne of Green Gables,” it took me awhile to get past the simple writing and the notion I was reading a “children’s” book.

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However, that soon went away. I loved it. The book was just what I needed to get out of the winter slump. Anne is bright, fun, energetic and loves the outdoors. Montgomery’s descriptions of the springtime at Green Gables was perfect, especially while reading with the sun shining down me and the cool breeze whistling through.

I started the 375-page book just a few days ago, but it was a slow start. Then, yesterday I read every chance I could get and read nearly 90% of the thing. My goal was to  finish yesterday night and stay up late if needed be, but if you know me, you know staying up a minute past 10:30 p.m. is not possible. Sadly, my eyes drifted shut, and by the third time I knew I had to give up.

Instead, I woke early this morning and read some and finished it during work today. (Don’t worry I had all my other work done.)

I thoroughly enjoyed the book, yet there is one thing I still cannot get understand:
How did I NOT KNOW there was a series of 8 books? This bothers me, almost as much as recently learning that Cinderalla’s name was given to her by her step-sisters because of all the cinders she is covered in. Mind blown on that one.

I am starting on “The GoldFinch” now by Donna Tart, but I guess I have my summer reading ready to go now!