I recently finished Warm Bodies, a post-apocalypse love story in which one of the couple happens to be a zombie with other zombie friends. I was going to say it’s not my usual, but I’ve decided I don’t have a go-to genre anymore. I’ll read anything. If it’s good. But of course I won’t know if it’s good until I read it. I can’t say no to anything, really. Especially a book I can read in one night while Sarge is out watching zombie films. And so, last week was quite serendipitous. I also have a thing for first books/debut novels. And this one was good. Delicious in fact.
Went to the library last week, and came out with it. I was quite excited to actually find a book in the library I’d wanted to read, instead of coming home with random finds, that become not-so random. I believe, like people, certain books find you. You meet them when you’re supposed to meet them. While these chance meetings of book-in-hand do nothing for your existing to-read pile, your read/experience pile grows. And on any random Wednesday you just may meet the person who becomes your new best friend or a book you can add to your favourites list.
Another not-so random book meeting is my current read, Aloft. It’s always a strange/different experience for me to read a book set on Long Island. The landmarks are the landmarks of my childhood. It’s like going back.
The day after I finished Warm Bodies, I started Aloft. That night I swear I had dreams about zombies wandering a strip-mall on Long Island. This may or may not have had anything to do with my reading.
Up next: I’m impatiently waiting for the postman to deliver The Help and The Poisonwood Bible.
Try This: Go to the library and check out a book you wouldn’t normally read, and then go for a coffee and talk to the person at the next table, or anywhere. You may find your two new favourite things.