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Her sins were scarlet, but her books were (almost) read

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If you’re wondering where I’ve been hiding the answer is: under a pile of books. A little over two months ago, I made it my mission to read all the unread books on my bookshelf before buying anymore. I started with 32 books. So how much progress have I made? See for yourself:

  • I got rid of two booksCleaving by Julie Powell and Retromania by Simon Reynolds. After reading the back covers/online reviews I decided I wasn’t that interested in reading them. (When you’re dealing with more than two dozen books, you don’t have time for ones that don’t catch your fancy.
  • Which makes my new total 30.
  • Since I started the challenge, I’ve ready five books. Here they are:
L-R: Jane's Fame: How Jane Austen Conquered The World; Lots Of Candles, Plenty Of Cake, Saga Of The Swamp Thing; Miniature Sulk; The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-time

L-R: Jane’s Fame: How Jane Austen Conquered The World; Lots Of Candles, Plenty Of Cake; Saga Of The Swamp Thing; Miniature Sulk; The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-time

  • I’m currently reading Hillary Clinton’s autobiography, Living History.

So now that the numbers are out of the way, let’s talk books.

I was surprised by how much I liked the two comic books I read. Miniature Sulk was so weird and trippy, but the drawings were great. I read Saga Of The Swamp Thing in one sitting, and it tweaked my interest in the genre. I’m gonna hit up  Carol and John’s this week and see what other books catch my interest. (Thinking Batman or The Walking Dead. Suggestions?) (And it doesn’t count if I buy comic books. I just said I couldn’t buy books. That’s my theory, and I’m sticking to it.)

Jane Austen wasn’t nearly as exciting or popular as her books. Let me rephrase: I’m sure Ms. Austen had a quite nice life and was very content, but that’s just it: It was pretty normal. We’d like to believe she experienced great love and found her own Mr. Darcy, but in reality, she was just a single lady with an amazing talent.

I love Anna Quindlen, and I’ve read all her novels and several of her nonfiction books. Her memoir, Lots Of Candles, Plenty Of Cake offered insight into one of my favorite writers, along with her thoughts on marriage, friends, growing older and raising kids. I plan to revisit the book when I’m a bit older, and I have a feeling I’ll appreciate it even more then.

The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-time: If you like Room by Emma Donoghue, I suggest you read this book. It’s a quick read, and after you read it you’ll realize just how how powerful it is. It’s one of those books that just sneaks up on you.

I’ve got 25 more to go. So until my next update, happy reading.

The Great Book Challenge

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Okay, maybe the word “great” is a bit of an overstatement, but it is definitely an overdue challenge. I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come out with it: I have a book problem. What is a book problem, you may ask? Well, simply put, I buy too many books, and I buy them too often. I’m a voracious reader, and there’s always a book on my nightstand, but even I can’t keep up with my habit. Last summer, I looked at my bookshelf and realized just how many books I had bought but not read. It was like an intervention, except I intervened into my own life and there was no camera crew around to document the pivotal moment.

As you might recall, last May, I made a list of things I wanted to accomplish before summer ended. One of the things on the list was “Read the 38 unread books on my bookshelf.” I read quite a few books, but not quite 38 (actually nowhere near 38). Since then, I’ve bought more books, borrowed some from two local libraries and basically ignored the unread books I already own.

But this year, that changes.

I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions, but this year I decided to finish all the unread books on my bookshelf. I also decided not to buy any more books or check any out from the library until I accomplish my goal. It’s a pretty lofty goal, but I think I can handle it. (Plus, I need the room on my bookshelf.) So what exactly am I dealing with in the Great Book Challenge?

Once I finish the monumental task in front of me, I already know what I’m going to make book #33: Beautiful CreaturesWhat can I say? I really like books.

The first books

Whenever I go home for a visit, I always feel a twinge of nostalgia. Even though I’ve made a home for myself in Cleveland, the house in Springfield where I grew up and where my parents still live will always be home.

When I went home for Easter last weekend, I decided to bring my childhood books back to Cleveland with me. They were sitting in boxes in my old bedroom (now my dad’s man cave) along with a few other keepsakes that refuse to fit in my one bedroom apartment. Fortunately, I’ve got organizing skills that are beyond this world so I was able to clear two precious shelves to showcase my collection of children’s books.

When I opened the boxes, I was overwhelmed with memories: Little Golden Books, dozens of American Girl and Baby-Sitters Club books, and a book of nursery hand rhymes my parents must have read to my brother and I a hundred times. They were all there.

Now they’re displayed proudly on my bedroom shelves. Their brightly colored spines greet me every day. They remind me where my love of reading came from. And to think, it all started with a couple of Berenstain Bears, a quick-witted detective named Nancy, and a bunny that liked to say goodnight to the moon.

My mom gave me my first Nancy Drew mystery. (For some reason she gave me the third one first, "The Bungalow Mystery.") Although I only own two, I've read dozens of books from the series.

Another book passed to me from my mother. The Little House series were the first books I remember being completely enamored with. Laura was always my favorite, although I imagine I'm more like Mary.

A few of my favorites. These were bedtime staples in the Moseley household.

In my book, "The Berenstain Bears" are some of the best children's books out there. This year marks their 50th anniversary.

I picked up the Baby-Sitters Club in third grade. Some girls read Judy Blume, I read Ann M. Martin.

Oh, American Girl. Anyone who knows me knows I was a DEVOUT follower of the entire franchise. I have all the books and nine of the dolls. (Yeah, I know, I should just stop talking before I sound even geekier.)

What are your favorite books from your childhood?