Last week I had seven books when I went to the the library. One third of my HOLD list came up at the same time. Sometimes that happens.
There was also one DVD, Season 2 of The Detectorists, a very funny series (there are three seasons) about these fellows in Essex who belong to a detectorist club and spend their spare time out looking for Saxon treasure. The treasure is only a point to hang the story on as it is very much about the lives of all the characters in this small English village. It is very funny as well as poignant.
But back to that stack of books…I posted a photo of it both on Facebook and Instagram, as I have different audiences on the different social media. Comments were made about finding the time to read all those books, and that’s when the discussion started about how I read books.
You see, I am as particular about my books as I am about my social media, my television programs, the food I eat, even the people in my life. I am highly selective. I test the waters. I give a book, a person, or a recipe or food a chance. I check it out, to see if the person or item meets my standards, and if I can adapt. If not, then I move on. Life is short.
The discussion about my books, though, gave me a chuckle. One of my former teaching associates, director of award-winning forensic teams, teased me about the way I would read a book. And, he was right. If I’m unsure of a book, I will read the first chapter, then the middle, and then, maybe, just maybe, the end of the book, if the first and middle peak my interest.
Often I read the first of a book and toss it aside. I can see where it’s going, or not, as the case may be. Some writers just use too many words. They are long-winded and can’t tell a story in a short manner. Or, I like the premise of the story, I want to know what happens, but I’m not interested in all the details. Such was the case of Death in Provence.
Delightful character development by the author, Serena Kent. Lovely location, a small village in southern France. All I needed, though, after an introduction, was to know how she solved the murder so I skipped to the last quarter of the book, and in a couple hours’ time, I had “read” the book. On to the next book, A Cloud in the Shape of a Girl, by Jean Thompson. I haven’t skipped around on this one. The writing is brilliant. I’m not sure if I care about the storyline, but it really doesn’t matter when the writing is this good.