Book of November, kind of

Ghost Story 

Jim Butcher

This book did interesting things to the main character. I missed some of the typical snarkiness that I associate with Harry, but I also understand why it had to go away, it isn’t easy being dead. On that not, it was quite refreshable reading a story when he couldn’t just go barging in and blowing things up. Instead he had time to reflect on the fact that the bad guys are indeed people, not just bad guys. Him having to rediscover how to use magic was an intriguing storyline, I couldn’t help getting frustrated with him when nothing worked. I also liked all the flashbacks the book contains, much had been hinted at beforehands, so it was nice to get the full story of his past.

The story was a bit confusing. A lot of new elements were added that were a bit difficult to keep up with. There was also a return of a main baddie that I had no memory of. I feel like these books could use a recap in the beginning.   

The ending was not surprising given the fact that there is like two more books already published, and at least one more to come. That said, I still want to know how it plays out in the next one. There was after all some surprising parts.    

I have somehow only read one book this month. I blame school, second year November is brutal. So much homework and test, December is not looking any better. Also, terrible lightning on the bus home which makes it difficult to read. For next month, I plan to have read at least to classics and a fantasy book. Wish me luck! 

Ha, so far December has not been any better, so this thing maneges to be both 2, 9 and 12 days late. My winter break begins in one week and before that I have to major assignments to turn in, one book report and two laboratory test. Beside all of that I also have a voluntary assignment to turn in with a turn in date after the break starts, don’t know how my teacher thought there. Any way, what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry for taking forever and I hopefully promise regular updates from now on, I already have next week’s text written (it is one of the assignments, it has correct APA referens and all of that fun stuff). 

The history of me reading

It all started before I was born… No seriously, studies say that a child growing up with parents that like reading, are more likely to develop the interest themselves. My parents were big readers, so I picked up the habit myself. 

I, like most children learnt to read in school, and then it became my biggest passion. The first books I remember reading were these really popular books about fairies. There was always a seven part series, and the story would repeat itself over and over again, but with different kinds of fairies. 

Then came second-grade. The year was 2010, I was eight years old and every one was still talking about Harry Potter, mostly the movies. Like every child at that age, I wanted to watch the Harry Potter movies, but my dad said that I had to read the books first. Unfair, I thought, but fine. And so it began, I started reading the first one and I took it with me everywhere. I still have clear memories of dragging the fifth one with me to school everyday. That book is a thousand pages and for eight year old me, it weighed a ton. Still, thanks to my dedication it took me less than a year to finish them all. 

By then I was hooked, I was reading everything that I got my hands on. My father and I used to go to our local library every third week and fill at least one big Desigual bag with books. It didn’t take long for me to move from the children part of the library to the young adult part. Not long after, I was reading real adult novels. 

Reading wasn’t really popular in my class, it was basically me and three other kids that liked it. Only one of them read as much as me. We bonded over our shared love for literature and favorite books sometime around 2012. Together we would read and discuss all kinds of slightly inappropriate books. We were after all still just ten and reading fiction meant for adults. To this day she is still my best friend, and we still talk a lot about books, but we do now also have other connecting interest.

Around 2014 I, at one time, got really, really bored and spent too much time on the floor in our basement staring at the literal wall of books we had there, trying to find something to read. That’s when I noticed the Game of Thrones. We only had them in English, and I still couldn’t read in that language, so I had my dad buy them in Swedish for me. My father is a nice, chill guy that basically has allowed me to do whatever I want too, for as long as I have been alive. So he didn’t consider that perhaps those books was a bit to brutal for a twelve year old. Still, I liked them.

In 2015 I could finally read good enough in English to understand a book, so what did I read? I read Harry Potter fanfiction. I toned down on actual paper books and started reading online, mostly Harry Potter, but also other fandoms. And let me tell you, fanfiction can be just as good, or better, than regular fiction. 

In early 2018 I started reading actual books again, mostly thanks to my awful Swedish teacher. At least something great came out of my ninth grade Swedish class. Nowadays I read a mix of fantasy and books considered classics. I prefer reading in English, mostly because I often read things written by English authors and the original version is better than the translated one. I’m looking forward to the day that I can read in French. I’m actively avoiding French authors until I can read the original piece.        

Disclaimer: My mother is innocent in all of this, she had little knowledge of what I was reading, and Game of Thrones wasn’t popular when I started it, ergo, she had no idea it was bad. And library day was with dad. He should be blamed for it all.