Reading, reading, reading

I have a habit of reading more than one book at a time. I don’t remember when I started it, but I usually have one nonfiction, usually self help or work oriented book at work, a tame fiction for breaks in the day, and a more spicy romance novel or a time travel/sci fi/fantasy¬†for the evening when I want to be taken away.¬† Maybe it’s the way I deal with stress, or the need to escape in degrees, or just an adult ADD. But I love it. People ask how I separate the books when I’m reading more than one, but I haven’t had the problem of confusing them, maybe because the books tend to be disparate in nature. And really, with so many books to read, how else am I going to reduce the stack?

Do you read more than one book at a time? Or am I just strange?

Series

I love reading series. When I discovered them, I thought I’d hit the motherlode. The only down side of it all was waiting for the newest installment, usually a year or more. For instance, I love the Clan of the Cave Bear series, by Jean Auel and usually reread each of the books while waiting for the next book. Now, when I read a series, it’s instilled in me that when I learn of a new installment coming up, I’ll start rereading the previous editions.

One of the first series in romance I discovered was the MacKensie series, by Linda Howard. I discovered them after several had been released and, due to them being short series romances, I had to hit the used book stores to find earlier editions. Now, luckily, they have been re-released. If you want a great, relaxing and sexy read, try Mackensie’s Mountain. It’s an oldie but very goodie.

A current favorite series is the Dark Brotherhood series, by JR Ward. I’m eagerly waiting for Lover Reborn, Torhment’s story. It’s due out in a month or so, which means I have to start reading the others in the series, and fast. What a burden!

How do you feel about series? Do you love em? Hate em? How do you deal with waiting for another book to be released?

Adding to my stacks

I’ve lived with books all my life. Started out with having stacks of library books beside my bed when I was young, then progressed to buying my own. Loved the idea of buying books, whether it was at a department store or a used book or clothing store. They were MINE, to do with what I would. Occasionally a book would suffer a sad demise, being forgotten outside and suffer through a rainstorm, or later, fall to the ravages of a pet cutting its permenant teeth. But, all the same, as my book piles grew, so did my storage options. Orange crates in college, pressboard cases after graduation, then my prize possessions of barrister bookcases that now grace my home.
I love finding new and creative ways of storing my books and especially love the options I have now that ebooks have come along.

I store books on my reader, of course, but I’ve also stored books on flash drives and CDs. I don’t throw books away so as I buy more and more books, I have to find more ways of storing them. With traditional books, I can turn to used book stores to trade them or give them away, but not with the ebooks. Hence the e-version of my stacks. My e-stacks.

How do you store your books?Do you have a to be read pile? Do you organize them in alphabetical order? Or do you have books upon books stacked everywhere, in cases, in boxes under your bed, along the wall? And what do you do with your books when your’e done?

About Books

I had a blog on another site a while ago about books and my love, or some say obsession with them. I’ll repeat some of these and add new ones, including this one.

My first book. I can’t remember the first book I read as a child, which is odd, considering my love of them. I remember Pokey Little Puppy, but not reading it. My over-riding memory of learning to read was of sitting on my father’s lap in the evening. I was around three years old and he was trying to read the newspaper after a long day of work. During his “relaxation” I sat, asking him to identify word after word. I learned to read by sight words at first and then through phonics. So, I suppose my first book was probably not a book after all, but a newspaper article.

One of the first books I remember with any clarity was a book about a little creature who was made of twig. The book, entitled Miss Hickory, detailed her life in the forest. She used acorns, leaves, other pieces of nature in ways that were ingenious. They spurred me to do the same when I went outside and played in the front yard. I think it also encouraged my love of writing, as well as reading. I bought a copy of Miss Hickory a few years ago and have it in my library now. Every now and then I pull it out and reread it, love it just as much as I did then.

What were some of your memories of your first book? Was it one that you kept or did you love it to the point you destroyed it?