(Hahaha, I laughed after typing that entry title!)
I admit I have been remiss in my reading since the year started. Half of the year has passed yet I only have read 10 books. Terrible, terrible number.
I joined The Sunday Salon in hopes of getting my reading pace back on track. I have my once-a-month book club meeting but I thought of including TSS in the mix so I will not be lured to do something crazy and immature. Basically, it is a community of fellow bibliophiles where I get to share my book choices and comment on others’ weekly book posts as well. I am also looking forward to book challenges that are part of the community. One of these is the 1% Well-Read Challenge which aims to make one read 1% of 1001 books listed in 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die. So that’s only 10 books! I checked the list and discovered that so far, I have read 8! That’s two more to go which I can choose from 36 books in my collection that also made the list. There’s a part of me that wishes to revisit the ones I already read, or finish other titles, never mind if I exceed what the challenge prescribes. Oh well, let’s see. After all, the list is not THE list because I know of other amazing books that didn’t make it there. I noticed that any of Ayn Rand’s didn’t make the cut nor any books in the Discworld Series of Terry Pratchett.
I may need to work on my reading soon since The Sunday Salon groupies sort of virtually gather every Sunday. That would be Sunday night until Monday morning here as most members are from the West. I will try to get the feel of it this weekend. Thank God, it’s going to be a non-working holiday on Monday, I’ll have an easier time learning the ropes.
Right now, I have three books which I’m reading whenever inspiration strikes. Stranger Than Fiction by Chuck Palahniuk is always in my bag, thus being my book while in a coffee shop or when stuck in Manila traffic. Beside my computer workstation (aka Simone’s hub) is One Day In The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn; a very thin book yet I still can’t seem to get over it. On my bedside table is White Teeth by Zadie Smith. I hope to finish all of them soon so I can move on to more. Take note, two of them actually are in the ‘1001’ list!
Before my decision to sign up for TSS, I thought of wiping out all young adult books in my TBR (to be read, for you non-bookwhores) queue. This includes finally finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, picking up Uglies by Scott Westerfeld, the fourth and fifth books in the Seven Deadly Sins series, Magyk, the first book in the Septimus Heap saga by Angie Sage, and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Reading books of this genre is a breeze. I probably should start on them right now, as I awfully need to relax from whatever that’s bugging me. Oh, I was also kinda bitten by the Twilight bug so I plan to purchase New Moon and Eclipse soon.
However, of the young adult preference I seem to have lately, I’m more attracted to the prospect of re-reading the Sweet Valley collection. Since my angst probably started when I was very young, which also was the time I was so into the series, it might help to go back to that feeling to psychoanalyze me, hahaha! I had this thought of revisiting the wonderful collection when I discovered a Sweet Valley online community and a post of a similar sentiment from a blog buddy. Of the Sweet Valley books, frankly, I loved Sweet Valley Twins and Sweet Valley Kids the most. Sweet Valley High is fine but some plotlines are annoying, presumably because adolescence is supposed to be annoying anyway. Sweet Valley University seemed to be on a different league of its own, so much so that I barely gushed over them after finishing each book. Nothing beats the Sweet Valley family saga and Jessica and Elizabeth’s diaries though!
I gave away almost all my Sweet Valleys brought also by the movings and goings when we transferred here in Manila. I have seen reprints in Fully Booked last Sunday but it’s not the same. One of the best distinguishing features of a Sweet Valley Book is a chaka cover of the twins, or an image that gives a clue of the plot, which is still nonetheless chaka. 🙂 I intend to start one of the books that’s fortunately left in my farthermost shelf. I can assume the pages of the books there are already yellowed, red-orange even. I guess that’s where the magic has been stored through the years. 🙂
Last year, I failed my experimental reading project which I called Plan 30. I hope that this year, I’d do better, reading-wise. I only have six months to do it.