I have a horrible, twisted secret.
I LOVE Childrens’ Books.
I mean LOVE them.
I have read just about everything by Cornelia Funke (currently reading Inkdeath). I read the entire “Harry Potter” series and will go see ALL the movies.
I’m currently reading Leven Thumps and the Whispered Secret to Jacob at night (second book in the “Leven Thumps” series).
I’m highly intelligent (so I’ve been told), yet I can’t force myself to read “grown up” books. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I loved the Leather Stocking Series and other grown up books. However, I’m more into being entertained at the moment than I am at being “moved”.
I’m chalking that up to WAY too much stress and needing something light to read.
Ideally, I’d love to lock myself in a library; one with bookshelves ceiling to floor; and read my way out. Anything. Everything.
However, this is real life and there’s very little time to read, do all my other sordid hobbies, work, be a mom and relax.
THAT’s when I’ll read like a mo-fo.
But, until then, I will enjoy my decent into the world of Childrens’ Literature.