I am a big fan of Karen Kingsbury and have committed myself to reading and finishing 2 of her books by the end of the month. Since I have had these books since ...hmmm....at least Dec 2010, I really need to hold to this commitment. I have many more authors that I love to read, Francine Rivers, Beth Wisemen, Beverly Lewis - yes, I enjoy Amish books. They inspire me to go clean something or to bake. Neither one being a bad choice for a homemaker. I have a good size book shelf filled with both fiction, nonfiction, devotional and motivational books.
The author of the challenge explains that as writer's we need to keep reading new material. Not necessarily to write on those topics or to gather new concepts. But instead to just keep a steady stream of new words, images and concepts flowing into our brains so that the well we draw from does not become stagnant with only our own content. Eventually, after using the same words, concepts and images you will run out of new things to say. She then asked us TWO - to tell about our favorite book.
If I desired to go all spiritual upon your head, I would tell you the Bible is my favorite book. My Bibles are very precious to me. The Word is precious. But without the book I want to share with you, I would never have read The Holy Bible.
I was nine years old when family was taking a round about way to Florida. My parents loved to camp and never drove "straight" to a campsite. You can make that trip in probably 12 - 14 hours if you keep driving. But they would meander around large cities when possible and choose the most obnoxious little hole in the wall places to stop, shop or camp in. That is yet another story. My point here is that we were stuck in a hot camper for multiple hours on end. So mom purchased a book for me to read on the way. I got to choose the book. I chose Heidi because I had watched the Shirley Temple version in movie form and had some idea what the story line would be.
Up to this point I would not say reading was difficult. But it was also not fun. Words sat flat on a page and were very uninspiring to that nine year old. Reading gave me headaches and eyestrain. It never gave me joy or interest or any imagination. Until Heidi.
I started reading Heidi and suddenly a new world opened up in front of me. I no longer saw just "words" but the words created pictures in my mind. I didn't just read Heidi. I saw Heidi.