Starting a new book conjures up many emotions for me. I haven’t been able to read for pleasure very much because of grad school. I have read plenty, but lately it’s only been books about advertising theories or consumer behavior. Nothing that I would classify as pleasurable.
But now that I’m on “vacation” (at least, from school… although not yet from work) I have time to read. I have a stack of books next to my bed that I’ve been looking forward to devouring as soon as I have a free minute. The first one is Fortune’s Rocks by Anita Shreve. I loved another one of her books, The Pilot’s Wife, which is a gripping tale about a woman who discovers her husband’s secret life after his untimely death. I highly recommend it.
Starting a book is a big commitment. It will require much of my attention over the next few days. It will be one of my dearest friends, an escape from my reality, but also something requiring time and energy from me. Once I start it, if it’s as good as critics say it is, I won’t be able to put it down. It’s both exciting and daunting.
And now it’s time to begin… page one…