Somehow around children and tenants and husband and pets and soccer and laundry and dishes and working out I find myself with my nose hungrily buried in a book. Sometimes it's during that 5 minute bathroom alone time. Sometimes it's that 5am I should-be-working-out time. Oftentimes it's when I should be doing a thousand other things. The last time I was at the Goodwill I grabbed a couple of Stephen King books. Now when I was a teenager I couldn't get into his works. Too much swearing or too much scariness. I tend to read Koontz and Grisham and suspense books. I'm not one for the short romance books. And yes I've read all the Harry Potters and the Twilight series. I own and have read almost all of the Left Behind series (Christian end-of-days series). I kind of bounce around. I just finished reading my way thru Hearts of Atlantis by SK. Now I'm 3/4 of my way thru Bag of Bones. I'm completely hooked. I remember back in High School when my favorite subject was Honors English. I wanted to write books. Loved the idea. But with First Love came First Kids and Jobs and Life and the dream of writing books faded away to the background. Reading books like this brings that little thought bubble back. I find myself completely entranced by this book. I'm right there with Mike every step of the way. And the house he's staying in is haunted and I thought for sure I'd lose sleep over it. But I'm not. I just get more and more entranced by the ghosts that leave him messages. By the little girl that he falls in love with. My the evil old man who is set on ruining him.
(**as a disclaimer... I've never been paid to promote any of the above mentioned authors/books...)
(**as a disclaimer... I've never been paid to promote any of the above mentioned authors/books...)
