[Life] One Book Is Not Enough


#F4Thought, Life / Thursday, December 5th, 2019

When I was little, from the time when my parents got divorced, up until my Mum married my step-dad we were pretty poor. I’d say that was a time span of about 4 years from being two until I was about six. Now when I say poor, I mean exactly that. I remember our boiler breaking, and us having no money to fix it. Which meant no heating, or hot water. Keep in mind this was the early 90’s, so for most folks running hot water was a regular feature of life. We didn’t have money to go places and do things, and when my Mum wasn’t working, it was just the two of us. We didn’t have money for treats and luxuries, but we did have one thing … books. 

We always had books. I don’t know how old I was when I learnt to read, but I know I could read before I started school and I could write a fair chunk too. All because we spent most of our time cuddled up together reading. I remember the winters very clearly because we’d pile all the covers onto the bed, create a little nest and just sit and read together for what felt like days on end. Maybe it was, maybe it was thirty minutes, it was over thirty years ago now, so the memories are prone to being slightly off! 

When I think back over all my memories of being little, including the ones were money became less of an issue so adventures were had and toys were plentiful, those days of having nothing but my Mum and books are some of my favourites. As I grew up my love of books did not falter, I read endlessly as a youth and I read all sorts. 

I will admit though, I’m not hell-bent on reading all the classics I can or those books that people say you absolutely ‘must read’. The number of times I’ve told someone I love to read and they’ve rattled off a list of things I’m bound to have read and I’ve maybe perused one of the titles before getting bored. There are however a few books that I love that seems to satisfy people’s desire for everyone to have read a certain selection of books. 

My first ever job was in a bookshop, I did my work experience there and they told me to go back when I was 16 and I could have a weekend job. I worked in the children’s department every Saturday and Sunday and spent all my wages on books and CD’s. My book collection became ridiculous, but being entirely occupied by books most of the time was wonderful.  

In secondary school, we were tasked with reading both Jane Eyre and Tess of the D’urbevilles. Both of which I thoroughly enjoyed. My copies of these books were the only ones that looked as if they had been opened when we went to our English classes and I was constantly pawing at them and making notes. After those, I voluntarily read Wuthering Heights which I also love, but attempts at any further reading from the authors of those books or similar led to nowhere exciting. 

School did, however, bring other books my way. We did a peculiar syllabus for our history GCSE which included learning about early American history, the history of medicine and the history of China. It was fascinating and we got the recommended reading list before the summer holidays, and by the time we returned to school, I’d read the lot, because yes I was a total boffin and loved being the teacher’s pet. 

One of the books I read is a book I have returned to more than once … Wild Swans. It is at times a difficult book to read, it shines a light on a culture that is very far removed from what I have experienced, but I couldn’t put it down once I began reading it and once I got into audiobooks I listened to it as well and it was well worth revisiting. If you have never read it, I highly recommend it. I love books that open my eyes to things I could never encounter just living my life the way I do. 

That said the majority of the books I read are fiction, and when I say read, I predominantly listen to them these days. This means I get to read whilst doing other things, which includes a few hours each morning when I’m at muggle work. One of the authors I started reading in later life is Stephen King, who divides opinion, not only between who does and doesn’t like his work but also opinions differ wildly amongst those who do enjoy his books. 

I read 11.22.63 and I was hooked, not only on the book, which I bloody loved but also by Stephen King’s writing style. One of the criticisms I often hear from folks about Stephen King is he doesn’t always do endings well, I do see where they’re coming from, but I totally disagree that it impacts how well his books read. For me getting to end and having a big reveal or twist is not the point of reading a Stephen King book, the point for me is going on a journey with amazing characters and stories I could never have dreamt up on my own. I love how his tales unfold and how his words come together and I’ve been slowly making my way through his back catalogue. 

Not only that but as a writer I find Stephen King fascinating, his book On Writing is also worth a read. This is a book I have also read more than once and I will be likely flicking through it again before my Eroticon speech in March 2020, because Stephen King and a few other writers have been incredibly inspiring to me in terms of how I embrace and nurture my creativity. 

I mentioned earlier, that I listen to audiobooks when I’m at my muggle job. The word muggle of course coming from another set of books that I am a huge fan of … Harry Potter. Now, over the years, as with anything that is popular, people have started to find cause to tell us why we should not be supporting the Harry Potter books or J.K Rowling as an author, I’ve read a lot of that information and I’m not saying the books are perfect but I still think they’re brilliant storytelling and they have captured my imagination on many levels and I have read the paper books through once, but I have listened to the audiobooks more times than I can count. We talk about self-care a lot in the sex blogging community, Harry Potter is a huge part of my self-care and those audiobooks have been my lullaby on many restless nights. 

All this to say, I couldn’t possibly pick one book, there are so many books that have moved me, excited me, enthralled me and whisked me away on adventures as I read them. I read for the same reason I write … feeling. I write in the hopes I will make people feel something, and I read to feel too. If a book doesn’t stir something up inside me then it isn’t a book for me. 

I could probably go on and on about books I’ve read and why I liked them, but I’ve got to end this post at some point, so instead, I’ve had a little think and I’m going to list ten books, in no particular order, and excluding books and authors I’ve already mentioned, that have at some point in my life filled me with feelings and carved themselves a placed inside my soul. 

I read about half that list more than once, and the other half I’m sure will be revisited in due course. Some of those books I stumbled upon by accident, others I read because I was inclined towards the author first. A book like The Cement Garden is perhaps not going to be to everyone’s taste, but Good Omens is a work of freakin’ genius and I honestly think it would brighten everyone’s lives to have read it. I genuinely laughed out loud whilst listening to it and my life is richer for having done so. 

I really can’t wait to see what books you decide to share with May and I for this week’s Food for Thought. Remember all prompts run from Tuesday morning until late Sunday night (GMT), so there are plenty of days to get involved for those of you who are able and inclined to do so. Also if you have any prompt ideas for 2020 let us know, or if you would like to do the spotlight post one week then we’d love to hear from you. 

15 Replies to “[Life] One Book Is Not Enough”

    1. Right?! I listened to Neil Gaiman on the Tim Ferris podcast and he discussed how they came to write it and their friendship in general I won’t lie I cried! He is such an interesting man and I need to go and read more of his stuff! x

  1. That’s a wonderful insight into how you got into books and reading Floss. Our two daughters are both preschool and they love having books read to them, maybe when they are older I’ll read them Harry Potter as I never read the books myself.

      1. I agree. With my son, I began reading to him then found he had read another chapter and I’d have to catch up. By the end of the first book we were both reading the book, and I spent my time catching him up.

  2. I know quite a few of the books and have read and learned from them.
    Harry Potter – having had my kids read them and listen to them on audio every night I understand the merits of Harry Potter and will always defend it but i also know what it is like to read it our loud and and many other aspects of the where the ideas she wrote about first originated. Indeed an old friend of mine was a friend of JKR at uni – and was fictionalised in the series.
    But what ever gets kids reading is just fine by me xx
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  3. I just started dipping into Annais Nin recently, (literally I mean!) Right now I’m reading some Thomas De Quincey, “Suspiria De Profundis” the prose is excellent, as is the content – you might enjoy it, its very goth!

  4. I’m the same as you with ‘recommended books’. Gosh this prompt is bringing out so many books I haven’t heard of, maybe I have lived in some kind of bubble of my own! Great post Floss.

  5. I read a lot of Stephen King in my mid-teens but since then I haven’t touched one. Carrie and The Shining are the two that I remember best. I have heard several people recommend his book on writing, so I am definitely going to check that out.

  6. I enjoyed reading this, Floss. Especially the part when you were little. You have a lovely easy style. You prompted me to accept the prompt at F4TF, there is a book there waiting for you.

  7. Wonderful writing Floss. It starts off sadly, your poverty reminding me of Frank McCourts ‘Angela’s Ashes’, but thankfully there was a happy ending, thanks in part to the joy of books. I’ve read none of the books on your list so I’d better start straight away. The only author I’ve read is Ian McEwan, who I only came to recently. Really enjoyed his ‘On Chesil Beach’. I remember my daughter enjoying Stephen King and J K Rowling. She’s 29 this week. I must ask her what she reads these days when I see her on Friday for afternoon tea.

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