Reading Some, Watching Some

I’m participating in this blog challenge. So, every Friday you can expect to hear from me. You can participate too if you’d like! Fun Times! I missed the first week, so today I’m blogging about my bookshelf.

Blog Challenge

I’ve always been a reader. My whole life. Poetry, books, anything I could lay my hands on. As a child, I read so I could live in an imaginary world. I still do. The thing about reading is it expands your mind. It gives you a whole new perspective. It almost makes you feel as if you’ve lived another life and had amazing adventures without having to leave the comfort of your couch.

Today, I’m sharing with you what I’m currently reading. Lately, between kids, work, friends, and everything else going on in my life I haven’t been reading much. The two books I’m currently reading are:

bull mountain

Bull Mountain by Brian Panowich. Set in the mountains of Georgia, this novel is about the Burroughs clan. The family were moonshine runners, and then got into running meth. I’m not very far into this book, but I like it. Some of the dialogue doesn’t seem realistic to me, but it’s easy to read and has absorbed my attention.

I’m also reading The Road to Little Dribbling by Bill Bryson. I borrowed this book from a friend, and at this point she probably thinks she’ll never get it back. I’m just being a particularly slow reader right now. It’s probably because instead of reading I’ve been binge watching Peaky Blinders and New Girl. I go through periods where I binge watch television and then I don’t watch it for months. It’s the only way I really like TV. Now I’ve run off onto a complete tangent. Anyway—The Road to Little Dribbling is hilarious. It’s about Bill Bryson’s journeys around Britain. He’s an American born writer, but married a British woman and now has dual citizenship. Well thought out and funny. I recommend this. And I promise, my friend, I will return the book when I finish it.

Haruki I think the book I liked most that I read this year was What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami. I found this book intriguing, and I related to it. I mean the man is an author and a runner, just like me. Okay, not exactly like me. I me, I think he might be a bit of an overachiever. Runs 6 miles every day! C’mon. You’re just making me look bad now. Ran an ultra marathon! I will never do that! But I really loved this book, because Murakami wrote about two of the things I love/hate the most in this world: writing and running. And he also expressed that he hated running for awhile after doing his ultra marathon. Right now I’m in an “I hate running mood.” Highly recommended, especially to my author and runner friends.