When I was a little girl my dad used to bring me a new book home almost every single day. I was his favorite. (If Sassy was proofing this right now she would be rolling her eyes.) (I'm sure there has been the collective eye-roll among all seven of my siblings.) (They're jealous.) I would sit on my dad's lap each night after the evening news and he would read to me. Thus began my love for all-things-books.
When I was in third grade, my teacher Miss Tuttle noticed how much I loved to read and bought me my very own copy of Little House in the Big Woods. I was her favorite as well.
Almost nothing makes me happier than a really good book. I get GIDDY when I receive an email from my library letting me know a book I reserved is ready to be picked up.
I devour books. And I like all kinds. Since I am my husband's favorite, he built me a pine bookcase in our family room so I can gaze lovingly at my collection whenever I want to. I'm more than a little annoyed that he took over a couple shelves for his Cd's. But, whatever.
You will usually find me reading one fiction book and one non-fiction at the same time. Some people don't get how I can do this, but it works for me. I don't have a problem shifting gears between learning about how toxic and nuts Tom Cruise or Rosie O'Donnel is and reading the latest Stephanie Plum craziness. Or reading a book that will help me become a better wife and then picking up my book about some southern drama by Dorthea Benton Frank.
I usually have a pretty decent list of books ready for me to read. Except this week. I've got nothing. And it makes me feel like something is missing. So, help a sister out. I want your recommendations.
What are you reading right now? AND, What is the best book you have read in the last year?
Here are some of my all-time favorites:
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