see the title, right there in the middle beside the pink book.
ha!! what i loved, next to a pink book.
what a perfect combo for love thursday
and breast cancer awareness month.
the thing is, i don't always love a book. if i dare to put a book down before i finish, something i have really only felt comfortable doing in the last few years, i justify myself to death. i have always felt that it was a bit disrespectful to, as the kids would say, dis someone's labour of love. i imagine that writing a book has to be a huge labour of love.
this month i didn't finish my book club selection. the infidel. i didn't like it. i was sympathetic to the topic, to the author, i strongly believe that the issues facing this woman should be at the fore front of our political agenda, but i didn't like the book. i didn't like the way it was written, the detail, the style, we didn't click. and that's okay.
there are a million books out there for me to bond with. in fact the book i picked up last night, the book thief, grabbed me immediately. it is very poetic, i am sure tragic, although i have not read nearly enough to know, but i suspect. it is a holocaust book, which i tend to stay away from, but this one is drawing me in.
i looked at andy and said, mmm, page six of the preface and i am loving this book. it is a good fit for me. i thought about it often today, wishing i had time to sit down and read. the other book, and the two other half-read books sitting on my night stand, they don't call me during the day.
just like i don't have to love every man i meet, or every meal i eat, or every movie i see, i don't have to love every book i read.
it is okay to know what i love.
and what i don't.
happy love thursday everyone.
visit the beautiful poetic christina to show your support
and share the love over at chookoolonks .
xo margie