Reading

I have loved reading since I was a little girl. In fact, every Saturday was chore morning at our house and my parents would always tells me, "No reading until your chores are done!" at which point I would burst into tears and miserably scrub the bathroom or dust the intricate woodwork of the dining room table until that joyous moment when I was done and could run off to a good book. Ok, maybe good isn't the right word. Some of the books I loved were really awful. Flowers in the Attic anyone? Ugh. But some I read and reread and I would recommend to children now: Island of the Blue Dolphins and Iggie's House and A Wrinkle in Time.

Which brings me to today. I miss reading for fun. Sure, I still read the occassional cookbook (like my newest acquisitions Apocalypse Chow and Vegan with a Vengeance). But mostly it's philosophy of science books and social theory and journal articles with titles like The Moderator-Mediator Variable Distinction in Social Psychological Research: Conceptual, Strategic, and Statistical Considerations. Don't get me wrong, curling up with Against Method can make me smile but it's not the same as reading for fun. In the meantime, my winter break reading list is growing...