Sixteen

So much for persevering with Nancy Mitford.

I decided that I just needed a Vampire fix so picked up The Radleys. I had already watched the TV Book Club discuss the novel so knew not expect my usual Vampire tale. They described the book as more like a novel about a dysfunctional family with a bit of Vampire thrown in, well that’s what I took from their reviews and I have to agree with them. Stripped down to the bare bones it was a simple story of a family struggling through some revelations and hiding from their feelings along the way.

I didn’t love it and I didn’t hate it. It was just a book I read although a very well written one. But still I don’t like that. I want to feel passionate about books I read and the more I listen to and read reviews and take those recommendations and read the books in them the more I realise that I should just stick to what I like. I should stick to my comfort zone.  

On the other hand, if I’d done that I would never have read To Kill a Mocking Bird and I can safely say that I would have missed the most wonderful book ever.

Perhaps there is more to this than I’d like to admit. Perhaps there is in part a trade off. Step beyond the confines of your comfort zone and you may find an uninspiring handful of books that just aren’t you, but hidden in amongst them a real gem,  that you’ll wax lyrical about to anyone who’ll listen, one that will stay with you forever. Perhaps in order to love books as I’d like to think I do you actually to have to broaden your horizons.

I’ll stop there as I feel faint from all that profound thought.

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