I am nosy, so I ask everyone what they are reading. Also, at my parents’ house, you are apt to spot people reading “in the wild” of the living room or bedroom, or books found dog-eared or bookmarked on the kitchen table or in purses. It is easy to be a snoop.
My almost-17-year-old sister just finished…
The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker, which she was speed-reading so she could also finish up…
Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein so she could give me her copy.
She is obviously the most trendy reader in the household, and the sweetest.
My almost-nineteen-year-old-sister who is home from college is reading…
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith. Silly.
My twenty-four-year-old wannabe actuary sister is reading
Divergent by Veronica Roth. Again. After reading Insurgent. Because it’s the only book she has to read on her Kindle right now…
My librarian mama is reading
The Feast Nearby by Robin Mather, because she will be a visiting author for a community library program.
My historically ambitious papa has been reading biographies of the Presidents for an eon or so now. He has made it up to…
Rutherford B. Hayes: Warrior and President by Ari Hoogenboom. Which, I think, could be one of the better author’s names I have ever come across…
My future husband, aka, that boy I live with, finally finished
Pops: A Life of Louis Armstrong by Terry Teachout. I may now return it to the library and never again pay a fine related to this particular title that has been checked out from various libraries since January of this year.
There are also seven or eight dogs & cats living in this house, currently.
None of them are reading. Nearly all of them are hissing.
I’m dying to read Code Name Verity (but not enough that I didn’t return it when it was due, unread, to the library. So maybe “dying” is a little too extreme. . .)