An introduction
reading is something I am passionate about. I seem to lack the skill to read braille at any great speed, but thanks to audio books (and primarily) to e-books
and Optical character Recognition, I am able to enjoy a range of books I would otherwise be unable to access.
For years, I’ve read book after book, with no decent way of tracking what I’ve read and what I haven’t, or what I thought of each title. naturally certain
books, series and authors stick in my mind as being superb or droll, but the specifics obviously fade over time. In july last year (2008), I signed-up
to Goodreads and, after the novelty had warn off, promptly forgot all about it.
Goodreads is a social cataloguing site for books. it allows you to create any number of shelves and add books to them. Each book you add lets you attach
a rating, a review, private notes, and they’ve even got a microblogging system in place (in the form of “I’m on page…” whatever). it’s sad that in July,
I added a couple of books, and then didn’t bother to keep with it. Three months later, I was doing a lot of reading and decided that I wanted to keep track
of what I was getting through. I remembered Goodreads, and so returned to the fold, as it were.
I now ensure that, any novels I may devour are promptly noted on the site. I occasionally add trivia questions and have a few friends there, too. it’s
a great resource for book lovers, and if you are at all interested, I urge you to at least take a look. their website is at
http://www.goodreads.com
- my username there is cachondo.
these Posts
I’ve decided that with a new website comes new responsibility. I want to do a lot with my site, one of the things it seemed fun to do was summarise my reading.
i’m going to do this monthly, bimonthly or quarterly, depending on how much I read in any given period.
I want to keep track of how much I’ve read in a given period. I’ll note series and books of particular interest - naturally I’m not going to review each
and every title: goodreads stores my thoughts (even though in some cases I only write a few words), and you can look at my shelves there if you’re interested.
So let’s press on.
Statistics for the end of 2008
Keeping in mind that there’s a 3-month gap (between July and October), in the last few months of 2008 I read 28 books. These books added up to 11,632 print
pages. This equates to just over 4 and a half books a month (including July and the hiatus. This also averages out to me reading 71 pages a day, and that’s
a fact worth remembering. I knew I enjoyed reading, but these numbers just go to show it!
you might ask, what titles gripped me? Working backwards, then, we have the Mode series, by Piers Anthony. these are books about virtual reality and cover
many topics from spaceships to sexual molestation. I enjoyed them as light reading, really; Anthony is certainly a good author and I’ve enjoyed many of
his works before.
I also read the millennium series of books, which were written by Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens and set in the Star trek: Deep Space nine universe.
Blindness, by Jose Saramago, was a read because of the movie (which I have yet to see). I found it an interesting literary title, a riveting portrayal
of a blind society and not at all offensive to me.
Garth Nix’s Sabriel is the first of a series, but I didn’t quite get on with them as I have other titles. Still, maybe one day I will read the sequels
and come to a better apreciation.
TrudI Canavan’s Black Magician trilogy was truly gripping, and yes, I am supposedly an adult. nonetheless, despite the obvious kids targeting and the obvious
plot, these were, obviously, good reads.
A new book in Eoin Colfer’s Artemis fowl series is nothing to scoff at. I consider The Time paradox one of the best yet, and if I’m honest with myself
(although it hurts to say), a fitting end to the series for the moment.
Some new authors to round off the year included Chris Dolley, NiccI French and David Sedaris (the latter of which I found banal but the first two quite
enjoyable). I have to thank q for recommending Dolley’s Shift and Kim (my fiancee) for interesting me in French.
To conclude, I need to mention my favourite books of the period, of course. And it’s hard to limit myself to one title, because there are two that deserve
special mention.
Firstly, there’s Mortal Fear, by Greg Iles. I read this one sat on a sofa in Kim’s mother’s house, and if it weren’t afternoon with the sun streaming through
the window and people sat nearby I would probably have been quite scared. A book hasn’t scared me for a long time, and that one certainly would have. I’ve
read several other iles titles, and henceforth my favourite has been The Footprints of God. I’m afraid that has now moved down a rung in favour of Mortal
Fear.
Last but by no means least is Robert J. Sawyer’s outstanding novel, Frameshift. I’ve actually read it twice, both times at my grandparents smoky, cramped
house; lying spread-eagled on their smoky (but irresistibly comfortable) sofa. When I first encountered it, I was hoping for a bit of uplifting science-fiction.
I was away from Kim (it may have been a Christmas or easter holiday or something like that). I was therefore feeling a little melancholic and hoping for
escape.
what I found was such an emotionally involving story that, when i’d finished my first read-through at 1:13 AM, I had tears in my eyes. The concluding pages
held such gravitas, solemnity and dignity that tears seemed a fitting tribute.
My second reading piled on even more emotion, because looking back, it was perhaps my first true glimpse of separation. I’ve not always lived with my grandparents,
but there’s no denying that Kim’s family are, if not quite a different class, certainly a different breed. I was entering her world and leaving my old
one behind at that point, and despite gaining everything and being madly and undeniably in love, I could not but be conscious of a small loss. not even
a loss - perhaps a change, certainly for the better; but a change nonetheless.
Looking back, I can only parallel the adjustment like this: I read this book the first time on a warn, smelly sofa, in suffocating cigarette smoke with
the TV in the background and nobody to appreciate what the story was about. My folks meant well, but they neither had the intellectual capacity nor the
drive to take much of an interest. to them, I was reading a book. end of story. nowadays, I read on a reclining leather sofa. Perhaps there will be a TV
show on, maybe some music - or simply the silence of the room. it’s never oppressively hot, and there’s either fresh air wafting through the open window
or a delightful aromatic experience (from a candle or electric air freshener). if I want a drink, I need to stop reading and get it myself; it’s not just
handed down from a grandparent on high. Conversely, whilst I’m pouring the kettle, I can say to Kim, “Oh, by the way…” and discuss an interesting plot
aspect with a receptive audience.
Realistically, I know the reasons for these things. I understand that we could only get great, comfy reclining furniture because of a sale. I realise that
it’s never too hot because we cannot afford to overextend our heating bill, and the candles provide illumination in the same vein - fighting the rising
cost of electricity. But even so, my life has changed - and Frameshift was one of the ways in which I fully began to perceive the changes. I highly recommend
the read.
In conclusion
this post has turned out to be quite a bit longer than I envisaged. I’d forgotten the pleasure of writing and letting words flow - I haven’t for a long
time, you see.
It is perhaps fair to say that if I read enough, updates will become monthly and so the posts might just be a little shorter. but I’d ask you not to hold
me to that one…
If you’ve enjoyed this, please feel free to follow the books category on my site, to e-mail me, to befriend me on Goodreads or to follow my currently-reading
progresses (either from Goodreads Via rSS or on Twitter).
We’re almost three weeks into 2009 and I’m already on my fourth book (3 of which are a series), so there may be a January summary yet. Eyes forward, literary
friends - and may the world of words continue to delight you for as long as you live and breathe.