I debated whether or not to participate this go-round. Not because I haven’t enjoyed the challenges, I have and always enjoy connecting with fellow book lovers. But I find that sometimes when I “have to” read a book, even a book of my own choosing, I lose interest and no longer want to read it. And pout and whine about it. So yeah, I’m basically a toddler. But when I saw everyone picking their books, I found myself wanting to join the fun. So I did.
I never set goals around the number of books read because I read a lot. A lot. A lot. A lot. On average, I power through 10 books per month but not in May. Last month I fell off the wagon with zero new books opened the first couple of weeks of May. Nothing appealed to me and I hate forced reading because I read for enjoyment and entertainment. But I also felt guilty. Like I should read, which is kind of silly. But then again, I am silly. 😀
As I mentioned earlier this month, I am experiencing a bit of blogger burnout, which is why my posting has been so infrequent. Normally I take the last week of May off to recharge, but this year I’m extending my break until June 13. I need a little extra time to recharge those batteries, plus I am also going back to Minnesota. One of my nephews is graduating from high school and I am excited to celebrate this momentous achievement with him!
May is National Mental Health Awareness Month and I never really paid much attention to it in the past. But now, I am aware of mental health every day and how it affects our well-being. Our sense of purpose. How we view the world. Ourselves. I have experienced mind-numbing depression and crippling anxiety firsthand. The ugliness that seeps into every bone and every crevice in your body. It robs you of your smile, your laughter and your light. It’s horrible and it’s not my fault.
I enjoyed sharing all my favorite movies so much that I decided to do the same with books, because I LOVE books with all capital letters! The hard part is, of course, choosing favorites because it’s somewhat arbitrary and highly dependent on my mood. These are my favorites at this moment, but if you ask me tomorrow, the list could look very different because my mood shifted, I read a new book or just because. And that is exactly how it should be.
My love of mystery/thrillers is well documented, but I may have finally broke myself. Yup, I read one too many books about actual bad hombres and got scared silly. Feeling paranoid, I looked at every single person with suspicion and fear and considered hiring bodyguards to walk to the store with me. I even bribed my cat with some treats to protect me against any unwelcome persons. Okay, the last one is a lie. Maybe the last two … maybe.