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Writer's Block: What's Worth Reading

How do you choose which books to read?
When I was at school I had a friend who chose books according to whether or not there was dialogue on the first page. If there wasn't, she didn't bother. That girl is now Professor of something-or-other scientific at Cambridge, so it just goes to show. What it goes to show, I'm not entirely sure, but it must show something.

I on the other hand, was, at that time, a dreadful snob when it came to matters literary. I can't remember learning to read, but I could read when I started school at four-and-a-half, that I do know. Books were my life, and if I wasn't reading, I was writing. I read anything and everything that happened my way. Then I hit puberty, and went through a terrible period when if it wasn't a "classic" I wouldn't touch it with a bargepole. While other girls at school were reading Georgette Heyer (Regency Romances, very chaste and proper by today's standards, but frowned upon at my school), I read only "literature". It introduced me to some wonderful writing, but it made my focus rather narrow, and I think I may have missed out on a good deal of fun along the way.

Nowadays? I'm tired, in pain, isolated, and grieving. I need something that doesn't require much thought but lifts me out of the everyday. You'd think I'd opt for the humourous, but if it doesn't involve a serial killer, I'm not interested. Occasionally, despite my best efforts, a piece of "literature" will find its way onto my bedside table; for a brief while my heart sings again, and I remember those lost days when I had dreams and aspirations, and above all hope. But I cannot come into that beautiful garden again. Like Adam and Eve, I mourn for my lost paradise.