A few books I ordered from The Book Depository finally found their way into my mailbox after being en route for almost three weeks. I’ve come to a point where I’m surprised whenever I find books in my mailbox rather than disappointed that they haven’t arrived yet. It used to take a little over a week for books to arrive, while now it’s closer to three weeks. For one, it takes longer till the books ship out and for another, shipping itself also seems to be taking longer. Why that is, I don’t know.
Book Cover Culture #1
The book I decided to look at for the first round of Book Cover Culture is The Irresistible Blueberry Bakeshop & Café by Mary Simses. I hadn’t actually heard of this book before but the German cover caught my eye when I was looking for ebooks on Onleihe (the German equivalent of Overdrive). Der Sommer der Blaubeeren literally translates as The Summer of the Blueberries.
Never Without a Book, Always a Book in My Bag
Rarely do I leave the house without a book. Since the age of 9 or 10, I’ve always had a book with me wherever I went. In fact, I wouldn’t feel complete without a book. I remember how my mother used to scold me about adding unnecessary weight to my bag. It didn’t matter if I had five textbooks to carry for school; a book to read for personal enjoyment always had space. That extra weight never is unnecessary. I always need to have a book in my bag.
Retrospect #30: July 27th
So many books, so little time! I’m sure many of you can relate to this. Lately I’ve been wanting to spend more time reading, and less time blogging. I’ve been thinking of taking a week or two off from blogging, so I can gain more time to read. Taking a break is inevitable anyway, no matter the hobby. I don’t train for sports all year round. When a season concludes, my teams have always taken a break before resuming training for the next season. I’m thinking with blogging, a break might do me good as well.
Stories Are Meant to be Told: On Audiobooks
Before I could read, my parents used to read me bedtime stories. Even when I could read, they still did because my younger sister asked them to, and I listened happily. My grandmother used to tell us stories; the fairytales that she could remember. I always listened to stories with great fascination. Some were real as adults related to me how their childhoods were like. Others were fictional, either from books, or stories passed on from one person to the next.
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