Anything having to do with the written word has always fascinated me. I love it. English is a breeze for me. Words are like air to me. English is like breathing. I’ve never had a problem with it. I aced every English and literary class consistently throughout each grade and level of schooling I took. So naturally, reading is a great love of mine.
What I like about books is there is no judgement. You know the old saying, “You can’t judge a book by it’s cover?” Well, the saying is correct. Books, unless non-fiction, cannot be deemed right or wrong. No one can tell you how, where, when, and who to write a book to and for. Characters, places, events and themes are all made up as you go along, or they can be carefully planned out. The point is: it doesn’t matter. There is no set time, place, or person to impress. (I know there are writers out there who do it for a living and obviously have to impress to make a living, but I’m sure you can comprehend the point I’m trying to make.) I’m definitely beyond jealous of these people. Incredibly jealous. Reading and writing is a huge passion of mine.
Currently, I am on a tremendous James Patterson kick, reading the Alex Cross series. Why has no one EVER told me about these in the past?! And more to the point: how did these slip by me?! Reading, writing, and gross disgusting crime scene blood and guts and rolled into one?! Now that is more like it. That is me ALL. THE. WAY. Someone get James Patterson on the phone. I want to meet him. Now. He is my hero. I want to kick some ass with Alex Cross!
I just finished Double Cross and I am just starting Cross Country. I have read all of his books, starting from Along Came a Spider and Kiss the Girls, all the way up to Cross Country in just a few short weeks on my kindle touch. I seriously can’t put them down – when I find them time to read! When I have some time to myself, that is what I find myself doing, sitting down holding my kindle. I don’t go anywhere without my kindle and my phone. I won’t go upstairs or downstairs in my own house without it; I won’t leave the house without it; I’ve become addicted, all thanks to Mr. Patterson. He is like a drug. He feeds my addiction to disgusting crime scene stuff through the use of my passion of words. What a powerful combination. He knows how to get to me. Good job, James. Good job.