So this is the first book I actually took from my bedside locker…
Liane Moriarty is a crime/fiction writer who is probably best known for “The Husbands Secret” which I believe may be making its way to the big screen fairly soon. Moriarty tends to write lightly on the side of crime which tends to suit me as I get scared quite easily!!!!
This particular story brings us through the mystery of the Munro Baby, as the story go’s two young girls went to the Munro house one afternoon to find the baby there all alone. Her parents apparently having vanished, the chair upturned and blood splattered on the floor…
Connie and Rose two sisters who live on Scribbly Gum Island took the baby in naming her Enigma and raised her as their own. Scribbly Gum Island was written for me, a romantic island that came into the Doughty family through their great grandfather won it on a bet. Ever since the population of Scribbly Gum has been relatives of the Doughty family, that is until Connie dies leaving her house to Sophie Honeywell a girl who used to date her nephew Thomas.
While this story is circled around the mystery of the Munro baby for me it was more about friends and family and love. It speaks about getting your dream in different ways then you may have expected. I really enjoyed it and it definitely helped me get back into reading again.
There is nothing better then winding down the day by climbing into bed and reading a few chapters before falling asleep.
Okay so I may have bought another book the other day, I was walking through a bookshop on my way to the bathroom and there it was staring at me as I walked past. I actually made a comment to one of the girls working there about the fact that I was NOT going to buy it (I know these people I am not weird) and yet a couple of hours later as my work shift was just ending (I work in a card shop) I found myself back in the bookshop buying a book and a bar of chocolate. What can I say?
I had experienced quite a stressful day and I was dealing with some personal turmoil and so I saw this light fiction book that looked like it had a happy ending and I saw this romantic scene of me curled up on my couch with a hot chocolate on the table and my yummy bar of chocolate as I sat and read this book that would surely restore my faith in love!! Yes I know pathetic!!! Instead of course I came home and sulked my way through a night in front of the television before turning in early to face another day. This is the problem with bookaholics, we see the wonderful worlds we can escape into and it is so accessible!! So instead of getting through my four books I now have five.
I have managed to start one of the books on my locker (The Last Anniversary by Liane Moriarty) and I don’t know if it is just the way my mind is working right now but I can’t get into it. I have barely started it and while I am reading it I am enjoying it but I have been so busy at work and stressed out with other things I haven’t had time to just sit and relax and read. So maybe I will get the chance this weekend? I do plan on going shopping on Sunday but I swear NOT to buy another book. NO NO NO I won’t even go into a bookshop!!
Is anyone else as insane as I am? Do you get comfort from picking up a book and flipping through the pages? The smell is something I love most of all (although some books just smell down right wrong like old cheese) but when it has that particular smell? It really does have a calming effect. The fact that I MUST have a book in my handbag at all times probably says a lot about me. I may not look at it for the entire day and yet just knowing it is there gives me comfort.
Okay must, try, harder!!!