One of the things that makes life worth living: reading a book that's so good that you want to sing its praises from a high tower, such is The Book Thief. I'm still working through it and it's going slowly yet quickly, slow enough to savor with Harry Potter-esque momentum. I almost skipped work to read it (I've never skipped work yet after more than a year, I'm overdue), problematic.
NOTE: If you don't care at all about science fiction, you can stop reading now (bye Alison and Heather!)
As has been my tradition since my mother's unit on science fiction—which she taught in the spring—I'm gearing up to cram my spring sci-fi reads. Also, I used this genre as, what I realize now, an escape mechanism after my grandmother passed away a few years back. I think I read almost 25 books in a matter of months, can't say I'm unproductive in grief!
Anyway, if you have any suggestions for what I should read, I'd love to have them. On my list of hopefuls: another Asimov (probably one of his collections of short stories), The Enders Game, A Brave New World (I'm beyond excited to read this), Dune, Stranger in a Strange Land, 1984. I'm stoked (I can legally say that now that I've been a SoCal girl for a while now).
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If you like that, you should read _I am the Messenger_!
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