Day 2: KCBW It’s All About You

Today’s Knitting and Crochet Blog Week writing prompt encourages us to “turn the attention from the things we make to the things that make us.”

Me, I love to read. I always have and I always will. I love the classics, new releases and all points in between. I love new book stores, used book stores and spending time at the library. Any genre will do, so long as the story is well-written and engaging. If I don’t like a story, I have no problem putting the book down and moving on to the next one.

I was stuck in the reading doldrums, re-reading the same old favourites for the millionth time when a good friend decided to start a book club and asked me if I would like to join. I am so glad that I did! The book club has encouraged me to read books I would never have read on my own and has given me a reason to push through the difficult parts. I have always avoided books that are described as being heart-wrenching or tragic, but I am finding I like these types of books more and more as I get older.

I started using Good Reads to keep track of books that pique my interest.  For the knitters out there, it is like Ravelry for books, and I warn you it is just as addictive once you get going!

My favourite book club book so far is The History of Love by Nicole Krauss.

This quote from the book is one of my favourites:

“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, and they parted with leaves in their hair.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love