You Are What You Read

If you check out my list on Good Reads, or just glance at the picture above, you can plainly see that I have no idea who I am. I love fiction and non-fiction. I enjoy romance and mystery. I read memoir, short story, literature, children's books....just about anything I can get my hands on. I am literally all over the map, changing direction as quickly as the wind blows. For a time, I was hopelessly lost in a historical fiction phase. I couldn't read anything that didn't whisk me back in time—no matter how good. I think this lasted about a year before I started to shake things up.

When I first moved away from the city, I became very acquainted with my small town library. So much so that after a couple of years I started to check out the same books. (Oh how I wish I had kept a list of everything I've read over the years.) I will purchase books by the bundle when they're on sale only to find that I have duplicates. Hmmm, this looks familiar. Even as I started rating books I have read on my new Good Reads account, I had to stop and really think about all of the books that have crossed my path but are no longer on my shelves. When I read a review from another member I usually find a book or two that I add to my list.

It's no wonder that the voices inside my head speak many languages and argue about what happens next. I will read... I will write... There is too much to choose from because I want to read it all, and I want to write about it, too.

P.S. The books pictured above are (left) some of the fiction I have read in the last few months (The book The Middle Place is non-fiction), and (right) my favorite books on writing and writing inspiration. And I'm still finding my way around Good Reads.

P.P.S. I haven't updated my Good Reads list in a very long time!