When all else fails, read.
Truly. Nothing cure’s a bumpy life like a great book. Couple life with traveling, or a segment of potentially boring or unpleasant time (waiting in an airport, waiting in a doctor’s office, waiting for a root canal) a book is a virtual lifesaver.
Friday morning at the Seattle airport just moments before I boarded my Horizon flight to Fresno, I grabbed a Mary Balogh historical romance from the bookstore. I’ve never read her before although fellow authors who know me and my taste have said, Read Her. The Hudson News had nearly a dozen of her titles and I wasn’t sure where to start, so I picked the Slightly Married book. I liked the premise, loved the red cover, and adored the title as it set up the book’s premise perfectly.
The time to Fresno passed too quickly as I was devouring Slightly Married. I couldn’t wait to return to reading on the flight home again. And then I stayed up late Friday night to finish it, despite being beyond exhausted.
I loved the book. I felt so safe reading. I felt so happy reading. I didn’t want it to end, and when it did, I just wanted more.
Today Megan Crane called and we talked about writing and life and books. I told her how I finally read my first Mary Balogh romance and she said she loved Balogh. I said I wanted to read all of Balogh’s and it’s true. If I didn’t need to be doing a lot of writing right now, I’d just dive head first into a stack of her novels. Once I like an author, I must read it all–the new and the old,–and it becomes an addiction, only a happy one.
In life, there are bumps and snags and twisty paths and what a comfort it is to know that sometimes all we need is a couple hours alone and a great romance novel.