I’ll start by saying that I’m a huge Rothfuss fan. The wait for the next instalment of the Kingkiller Chronicle feels interminable. I have an admission – aside from required readings for school, I’ve never re-read a book, but by the time the next installment is published I might need a Kingkiller refresher! I’m lucky I cam into Game of Thrones in more recent years, so my wait has only been for the upcoming installment, not the previous one as well – patience is clearly not a virtue of mine.
I’ve always been an Austen fan. While I’m a modern woman in pretty much every sense of the word, there’s something about her stories that have always appealed to me. I’m not sure if it’s the decorum with which most of her characters conduct themselves and the orderly manner in which life seems to progress within their respective worlds. I’ve often used reading as an escapism from my actual life – if I’m stressed, having a bad day, or even if I’m not – I’ve always loved to escape into a different world for a while. In comparison to the chaotic, loud and often rude world we often do live in, the Austen world is a breath of fresh, predictable air. Continue reading
As a child, I read like other people would breathe. The bookshop has always been one of my favourite places. I was a quick reader and would read pretty much anything. The habit stayed with me through my teenage years although my preferences excluded horror and anything too post-apocalyptic or dystopian. A friend of mine once explained his aversion to horror movies by explaining how he watched films to escape from real life and come back feeling a bit better – not worse, which is how he would feel after horror films, and I feel the same about books. Continue reading