For day twenty-one, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to write about. The theme says to pick a book that is poetic, but I wasn’t sure whether that literally meant a poetry book or just a book that I found poetic in some way shape or form.
Hands down this is going to be the easiest topic to talk about so far because if there is one thing that I am good about when it comes to talking about books, it’s talking about what I hated in shitty books.
I can honestly say that I don’t ever really think about the plots of books for too long after I’ve read them. I will, naturally, get that feeling of longing after a book has been completed (if it was a good book), wanting more of the world I had just left behind – but I don’t tend to think about the plots all too often.
We have another topic that should be fairly easy for me to talk about today, because the challenge wants me to pick a novel from a genre that I don’t often read – therefore, I have a limited choice in what I can write about.
We’re delving more into the favourite category with day seventeen of the challenge, and today is a topic that I’ve been looking forward to because it was pretty easy for me to narrow it down.
Today is the day of classics!
Day sixteen is going to be a slightly odd one because we have to talk about a favourite book romance – and if I’m being entirely honest, in recent years I have come to tire of book romances…
Even as a little kid, I really enjoyed reading. I don’t really remember what kinds of books I read back in Infant’s School but I know I read a lot. I have vague memories of lunchtimes spent in the library devouring one book after another, and of a teacher talking to my mother during parent’s day about my reading level being at least three years older than my actual age group. I remember sitting in the seat beside my mother, looking up at her as my teacher asked her if I’d read “War and Peace” yet simply because of how many books I’d gone through in the school’s library.
I really feel as though my own powers of interpretation have been put to the test over the past four days because, in some ways, the recent segments of the challenge could be construed as alternatives of the same subjects. A book that makes you happy, makes you laugh. A book that makes you sad, and now a book that makes you cry.
Day thirteen is taking us right back to a happy place now, making us look over all the books that we’ve read over the years so that we may pick out one that made us laugh.
As I’ve said a few times over the past few posts, there are plenty of books that I have read that have made me laugh. Some authors just have a natural sense of humour that shines through in their characters. It’s very difficult creating a character that is both charismatic and not overly-cocky. You can really tell when an author is trying way too hard to make a character likeable, or even just a scene.
Continuing on from yesterday’s challenge, the point of day twelve is to talk about the complete opposite – a book that makes you sad. For this one, I had a few in mind, but I decided to narrow it down based more on my afterthoughts than anything else.