
I love reading. Even before I could read, I loved reading (pretending to be "reading" from phone books or maps, what ever I could get hold of). I read every day, even though I really don't have time some days. I can even walk and read...
I love my books and love to have bookshelves around me and the worst part of moving here was leaving my books behind (I really do need a book-beam-machine....). And one day I WILL have a house with my own little library in it...
One of the best things with my university exchange year here in the early 90s was that I "broke the English reading code". Sure, I could speak English when I came here for my university studies (after all, 9 years of compulsory English education made some things stick, and in combination of watching "un-dubbed"TV, I could make myself more or less understood), but reading literature fluently... naah.
If getting a choice, I would always pick a book in Swedish. I took a lot of classes that exchange year, and sure, I still use some of the things I learned in class, but the best part of what I learned that year is my ability to read fluently in English. Well, fluently enough to be able to read a non-fiction book without getting lost or stuck. I still don't know every, every word, but I don't let that stress me, but keep on reading and in the end you can usually grasp it all.
My life here would be considerably worse if I could not walk up to Borders to pick up a new book, but had to wait for books coming from Sweden....
I just finished a wonderful book -
The Memory Keeper's Daughter, by Kim Edwards. I was mesmerized and I could hardly put the book down. It raises a lot of questions and thoughts, especially when you have kids yourself. I really, really liked it.
Now I have to take another power walk to Borders to pick up a new one...