The last book I read was one of Madeline L'Engle's. "A Wrinkle in Time" is probably her best known book (the movie was reportedly not so fantastic) but "Wrinkle" was actually the first in a series of five. I'd read the first four years ago, then recently a friend loaned me the fifth one, "An Acceptable Time".
I've found I'm reading less since our two sons grew up and moved out of home. They were good at finding books that I enjoyed too. It's one of those things I want to get back to, but I think I feel a bit overwhelmed for finding the sustained time it takes to get through a book, and the sustained attention it takes to do a good story justice.
I still love browsing for books, usually secondhand ones. Somehow glossy, unread books feel "untested" to me. Some I buy for their written content, others I buy for their visual content. I love old botanical illustrations, for example, and I also have some gorgeously illustrated kids' books that are mine! One of my favourite illustrator authors is Shaun Tan. His books are sort of picture books for adults, in that they're very thought provoking. Not to say that kids wouldn't enjoy them too, but they contain depths of meaning that the kids might not pick up on.
Old books with gorgeous bindings... libraries that look like mind palaces... book nooks to cosy up in... bookmarks that are like little artpieces keeping your place 'til you can return to it. So much to love. 🙂
