Last month, I let myself go on a reading spree. I ignored my writing projects, let days go by without sharing a blog post, and consumed seven books.
All of that strengthened my love for writing.
Out of the seven, four are nonfiction and three are novels. One book’s setting is my hometown of Santa Barbara, while another took me away to a small town in Montana. In one, Death told me he is haunted by humans; in another, an Indian man told of finding joy in Jesus.
And then there is The Warmth of Other Suns, my favorite of the seven. It is a book that everyone should read. Outstanding writing. Amazing stories. American history.
I read over 2600 pages, highly entertained by the words of two female and five male authors.
My day job slipped into hyperdrive at the beginning of May, which explains why I needed to let someone else do the work when I returned home each day. Thank God for deep sinks and dark closets. Everything waited for me.
Now that I’ve been fully inspired by several wonderful writers, I’ll get back to the business of writing my own stories.
And please keep sharing your book recommendations with me. A “to-read” list can never be too long.