I ran across this post on The Broke & the Bookish and immediately realized that I am a pattern reader. There are times when I could call it a rut, because I get into a mood for a specific type of book, and I can’t seem to break out of that rut until I have read several in a row. It has happened for as long as I can remember
There was the Rosamunde Pilcher phase, the Maeve Binchy phase, and (yes, I’ll admit it) the John Grisham phase. Granted, in each of these there are some stellar books…and some stinkers. I’ve read most of both categories, and everything in between.
Obviously I am not alone in this behavior, as the post that inspired this one does attest. Unlike the author of that post, I don’t get in a holiday phase (though I do enjoy the occasional Christmas story). Like the author, however, I do get in noticeable ruts, for which there is no particular explanation except that, well, that’s the mood I’m in. So, you ask (or maybe you don’t), what rut…er…pattern is it now? There are two that seem prevelant for 2011:
- Classics: Though this was purposeful, directed reading, I have read close to a dozen classics this year, which makes it a banner year for me. I’ve been enjoying them a lot, not only because they are filling the gaps in my reading history, but because they are, for the most part, damn good books. I’ve been gratified with each classic to see that there is an obvious reason it has gained classic status, and I’m looking forward to continuing this particular reading pattern into 2012.
- Asian / Indian Literature: I have been fascinated by both Asian and Indian literature for the past several years, and as a result I’ve read several Chinese & Japanese authors and several Middle Eastern or specifically Indian authors. I have loved them all. There is something very intriguing about these cultures that, in each and every instance, has sucked me in from the very beginning of the book. If you are wondering which books are on my list (so far), here they are (in no particular order):
The Samurai’s Garden by Gail Tsukiyama
Women of the Silk by Gail Tsukiyama
Sky Burial: An Epic Love Story of Tibet by Xinran
Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto
The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
The Sari Shop by Rupa Bajwa
Balzac & the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie
Sister of My Heart by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Shanghai Girls by Lisa See
Dreams of Joy by Lisa See
The Bonesetter’s Daughter by Amy Tan (currently reading)
I’m curious! Does this happen to anyone else…well, other than me and the author at The Broke & the Bookish? Is there a type of book you can’t seem to get enough of? A particular author? A genre? I’d love to know, and to have a recommendation for my next reading tangent (or rut).