In fact, I just finished a real book. It only took 5 months.
Not reading because you don't have time is obvious. I don't have time to blog, either. Not reading because it takes you a good week to come out of the place you just stepped into is a little more real for me. However, I made the decision to enlighten myself with the world of fiction to catch up with my fancy pants read-ee sisters who appear so sophisticated and intellectual when they talk about books.
So I leave a little early to pick up the kids from school, park in the car ride line, hope the boys fall asleep while we wait, and I read a chapter. Or half. Or less.
Has anyone read this book?
I know, it's not thick at all. 5 months, gimme a break.
I claim total ignorance when I bought this book. An impulse buy in the aisles of Target because I liked the cover. I was thinking Chronicles of Narnia or something. Intrigued, after reading the back...
If you start to read this book, you will go on a journey with a nine-year-old-boy named Bruno. (Though this isn't a book for nine-year-olds.) And sooner or later you will arrive with Bruno at a fence.
Fences like this exist all over the world. We hope you never have to encounter one.
It wasn't until the 4th chapter I caught on that this book was serious. Even with the reference to "Out-With", I was still waiting for the talking goat. Duh.
John Boyne's ability to portray Bruno and Schmuel's naivety caught me. I was put on the level of my children, looking up, wondering what I'm talking about. Making my own interpretations. Never considering...the other side of the fence I suppose.
I kept reading. Interesting book. La-dee-dah. Then...Chapter Nineteen.
Oh...my...goodness. What? No.
It's taking me a while to get myself out of that place with Bruno and Schmuel.
So I need a new book. Shannon Hale, the Goose Girl? I own A Wrinkle in Time? I've never read Narnia? Peter Pan? Ope, I forgot Corrie bought me Tuesdays with Morrie for Christmas. Oh, and Narnia, 4 years ago. Um. thanks.
All of you Read-ee girls, give me a good one. Knowing at this rate I can do two, maybe three books a year (sad), which book do I choose. Out of all the places you love to go, and people you love to go to...give me your best. It's like the one trip buffet; you've got to be careful you only put the most delicious on your plate.
I'm not up for the vampire thing. The werewolf talk threw me off. Huh?