I have a confession to make. For the first time in a long time, I have become a little disillusioned with blogging. I don’t know if it is because I am tired (I really am), or because I have become disorganised with my blogging (I really have) but when I came to do this post, I found it a struggle to motivate myself. Not that this week’s topic is poor or uninteresting, in fact it is quite the opposite, but it was just how I felt.
Catía and Danielle set Book Travelling Thursday up with the intention of choosing a single book to encompass the theme of the week, that changes and is posted on the dedicated Goodreads group found here.
This week, the theme for books travelling Thursday is the book that got you into reading. I am fascinated by what others put for this, but just don’t feel like I can answer it myself. I didn’t want the theme to pass by without a post, but I can’t choose a book for this simply because I don’t know what to choose.
Some people look back and distinctly remember the day that they did something. The first day their stabilisers (training wheels) were removed, the first time they swam a length in the pool, the first time they ate avocado, y’know, the important stuff. And for most people, the first book they read, or really got into, is one of those things.
For me, however, this isn’t the case. I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read. I don’t remember learning to read, I don’t remember the first book I picked up myself and decided to read, I just don’t remember. All I can remember is being able to read. I like to think this is a good thing, but I would like to know what it was that got me hooked and made me a bibliophile for life. I’ve just always been a reader.
So with that, I post the most pointless book travelling Thursday blog entry. What book do you credit with your reading addiction?