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.
If there are two things I am good at when it comes to talking about books, it’s gushing about books that I adore and ranting about books I hate. So, today’s challenge is going to be one that I am going to have a lot to say about.
I feel like the point of day ten’s challenge may be to provoke the mob, get a bunch of die-hard fans to sharpen their pitchforks in defence of their favourite book. I don’t really like that stance because everyone should be open to their own opinions, but this planet isn’t that simple. There have always been people who will get overly defensive over things they care about and not listen to any critiques about it, and there always will be.
For day nine, the challenge says that you have to talk about a book that you’ve been meaning to read. For me, there a lot of books on my shelves that I have been meaning to read. I will often pick up a book from Amazon or Asda or Waterstones, thinking it sounds cool, but then not read it for a good few years.
The challenge for day eight is something that I am really happy about because it means that I get to gush about one of my favourite things in the world – design. I won’t claim to be an expert or anything of the sort; I just really love good designs, great pieces of artwork.
Day seven should be fairly easy in the sense that I know what book I’m going to pick, but I don’t really know what to say about it. There isn’t really all that much to say.
The theme for this day is to pick out your favourite book title. The rules weren’t very specific – it doesn’t say whether it has to be a book that you’ve read or just a name that you’ve heard and liked the sound of.
Day six of the challenge took a bit of thought because there are a lot of books that I have read that I would like more people to read – however there are also a lot more books that I’ve read that everyone else seems to have read as well.