I Miss Reading

A little background for you: I used to read 5 to 7 books (including one audiobook) each week. The genre didn’t matter. If it was printed (or recorded!), I read it. Since becoming published, I spend my free time writing and rarely pick up a book. I’m one of those all or nothing types of people. Enh. Anyway, this past Thursday I got food poisoning. (Second time in my life with food poisoning. What are the freakin’ odds?) Saturday, when I was feeling well enough to keep my eyes open for more than ten minutes at a time, I picked up a thick book and began to read. And was hooked.

Why the hell had I stopped reading full-length books?

Looking around me, I realize that I have four novels in my house that I’ve never read. This from a person who used to read cookbooks (yeah, you read correctly) in her spare time because there was nothing else new available at hand. It used to be that having an unread book in my house was absolutely unheard of. Well, no more, I say! It shouldn’t take a sick episode (dear God, if I get food poisoning a third time I just don’t know what I’ll do with myself – and no, I had no influence in either case, mind you) to get me to start reading again.

So reader, catch me up. What great novel have I missed out on in the past six months? What book(s) do you recommend?