I think I get my love of reading from my mom. Every night she would crawl into her bed and read a mystery book until it was time to pass out. My brother and I were pretty much left to our own devices which meant we planted our asses in front of the tv until she yelled at us to get said asses to bed.
Sure, I read quite a bit when I was a kid but I didn’t start reading a LOT until high school – more specifically AP English. At the end of the school year my junior year we went up and got a good dozen books to read over the summer for the next school year. Being the procrastinator I am I didn’t read them until the 2 weeks leading up to school.
This time it’s Sookie Stackhouse who has taken me hostage. I had heard about the tv show True Blood, but we don’t have HBO, so I’ve never seen it but the dvds are in my Netflix queue (I wish I could watch the series instantly… ahem, Netflix.) but, like I do with movies, I gotta read the book first.
Sure, they are fluff. Vampire fluff – all the better! Although, for some reason, vampire and fluff don’t seem to meld together very well. Still, I am have been tearing through these books and only have 2 more to go. I have a bad feeling I’ll be sad when I am done, but based on how much people seem to love the show, I think I’ll survive.
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I definitely went through mourning when I finished the last Sookie book! I flew through them too , 3 weeks! Ironically I really don’t like the show but love the books.