Does what we read reflect who we are.

Up until recently, I supposed that what we read indeed reflects who we are as people.  Thus, I was very hesitant in answering when asked what were my favorite books… My answers would generally be pretty safe—old classics, childhood favorites, that sort of thing. 

If you looked on my bookshelf at home (which at the moment is terribly crowded because I can’t bring myself to get rid of any books… I may just have to get rid of my bed instead), or on my desk, or under my desk, or on either of my side tables—you would find a wide range of books. 

Many are of these books are great classics—most of these I’ve read and loved, but a few of them I have not (not read or not loved).  Any Sherlock Holmes book is going to be my jam.  He’s my main man.  You should totally read one of the story collections.  They are still incredibly witty even though they were written in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.  Oh! And, did I mention they make great read aloud books?  I love the new Sherlock anthology out from Loren D. Estleman.  Get.  It.  True Grit is another classic that I love.  Both of these books would make excellent Christmas gifts.

I also love fiction.  I’m a rather cautious reader.  I use to just completely avoid any book that wasn’t Jane Austen or the like thereof.  But, then I realized that I could a) skip entire sections of books, or b) tear out the pages that were inappropriate.   Both of these I have done.  It’s like the fast-forward button.  Or, rather it was the fast-forward before fast-forward existed.  If you want a content book review for any book on my shelf—I can so help you out with that—just ask me.   Even though it’s been out forever, I still love Dear Mr. Knightley.  It’s just so adorable and I cannot get over it.  I’m also reading Station Eleven, a dystopian novel about the Georgia flu.  I’m only about a third of the way through it—so I haven’t completely developed an opinion of it (and, I can’t give you a content review just yet J), I really like it so far.

History books are the best.  I love them.  A few of my favorites: Team of RivalsJohn Adams (although, anything by McCullough is superb), The Greatest Generation is fantastic, as is Killing Kennedy.  Next up on my history list: In the Garden of BeastsBonhoeffer (nope, still haven’t finished it), Killing Patton,America (the new D’souza book), and Jane Austen’s England (Jane junkie here).  Will I ever get to read all of these?  I have no idea.  I really, really want to.

Some people have a pension for Reesie’s pieces.  That’s how I am about YA books.  It’s true.  I’ll admit it.  And, for middle reader classics—I LOVE the bookUnderstood Betsy, do yourself a favor--no matter who or what age you are--and buy it off my shelf.  It’s so very good. 

Don’t get me started on funny memoirs and etiquette and style books.  Seriously, don’t get me started.  Stacy London’s The Truth About Style…  LOVE!  Okay, I’ll stop. 

I still haven’t completely decided if what we read is a reflection of who we are.  If it is, I’m not sure what my shelf says about me other than that I have a wide range of interests, and a bigger hunger for knowledge and reading than my life can handle at the moment. 

What about you?  Do you think what you read reflects who you are?  If so, then, who are you according to your bookshelf?

See you soon at The Bookshelf!


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