I am not a reader - I never really have been. Not too long ago Brandon (who is a reader) brought home a book that I was required to read in high school. I could not figure out why he would purposely read a book like that. I told him that I might still have the Cliff's Notes in one of the boxes downstairs.I used to feel somewhat guilty for not reading, like I was not as cultured - or whatever readers think they are? But, then I found out that mom's sometimes don't get off the couch for most of the day because they just have to finish the book they are reading. That made me feel a little better.
A year or so ago Brandon started a book on our 8 hour drive to Colorado. He started reading it out loud as I drove. This was a long book, so it was far from over by the time we got home. But, I had a desire to finish it - which I did. When we went back to Colorado for Christmas, we did it again. It was fun! Imagine that! Now that summer is about here, I was thinking I might like to read a book while I watch my kids play outside. But, where do I even start in this world that is so new to me? So, help me out. What are your suggestions and why?
Please no Twilight!
By the way - the book Brandon brought home was Walden by Henry David Thoreau and he only made it halfway through!
