I have always loved to read. My Mom was an English major and a magazine editor for many years, so I always grew up with a great appreciation for books. I was a kid who often stayed up late reading under the covers, who always brought a book to the beach and who was thoroughly pleased with receiving a book as a present.
Over the years my reading diminished to solely a summer activity as my school related reading became more and more intensive. Slowly my love for reading began to die. I read some amazing books my Freshman and Sophomore years of high school, but then I switched from honors English to regular English my Junior year, and the books were dreadful, and my desire to discuss them at length slowly waned.
Then, on to college where I got to take some classes in things I was truly interested in. I read some fascinating ethnography and social biology books (as well as some really awful food science and math text books). I made the questionable decision in college to both major and minor in reading intensive subjects (Evolutionary Anthropology and History).
Yes I was reading about subjects I was interested in, but some semesters I was assigned upwards of 600 pages of reading a week. I would be lying if I said I actually ready all of those pages, but I made a fair attempt.
Needless to say I had very little if any time during the semester to read anything for pleasure, and by the time break rolled around I would be so brunt out on reading that I would start a book and give up 20 pages in. I fell into a pattern of finally recovering enough to read a whole book right around mid-August, and then the semester would start right up again.
This was my first year Fall without school and I have been really rediscovering my love for reading. I have been loving picking up my old passion and getting lost in a few good books. If you are looking for any good reads, here are a few books I really enjoyed over the past couple of months.