Question of the day.

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What is a book that you would recommend to everyone?

My answer:

We’ve had a similar question as far as I can see somewhere on My Inner MishMash, but just in case someone else would like to recommend something, or maybe some of you who have commented on that old post have other ideas I decided to ask in this form once again. For me, as I wrote in that old post, it seems quite a hard task to recommend a book for just about everyone, because we all have so different tastes and we all want different things from the books we read, so I will repeat my recommendation from that post. I think a very universal book, that could have the potential to appeal to many very different people, could be the “Chicken Soup For The Soul” series by Jack Canfield. I haven’t read all books in that series myself but I have read some, and I know many people have and it’s well liked in different countries, so I think it’s a nice pick.

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Question of the day.

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What is a single least favourite book, that you have finished reading anyways or was required to read?

My answer:

Hm, usually I don’t waste my time on reading books I don’t like and when I can’t get into it for a long time and it doesn’t look like I’m going to become interested in the plot line any time soon, or if something bothers me strongly, I just put it away. I find it a bit hilarious how some people wade through books they don’t like just because they’ve started something and have a sort of mental tradition that they must finish every book they have started no matter what. My Mum is like that, and I sometimes feel for her because I find it the worse when someone takes a long time to read one book like she does because she doesn’t have much time for reading, so instead of quickly starting something new and more interesting, she’s tormenting herself with one, boring book for months. I have to have a really sound reason and determination to read a book I don’t like, or have to feel very strongly forced, but, although I really enjoy reading books I like and read ALL the time, I even cheated with school compulsory readings quite frequently, because I didn’t like most of them. There certainly must be some books that I’ve read whole despite not enjoying them and not liking them at all, but currently I just can’t think of anything.

Oh, I was just going to publish this post when something did came to my mind, lol! That was the first (longer) book that I read whole despite not being interested in it one bit, and it was quite a hilarious and strange thing. When I was just starting school, I think I’d just learned to read fairly fluently and started to enjoy it thoroughly, I once went to the library to get brothers’ Grim Fairytales – my Mum read them to me countless times and made me love all sorts of fairytales and other folklore creations at a very early age as you may already know – because I finally wanted to read them myself and I was absolutely excited about it. I asked the librarian for it and was presented with an extremely, deliciously heavy book, and got back to my room and immediately started to read it. I was very surprised by its content, though, it wasn’t anything like what my Mum read to me. There was no Red Riding Hoods, Rapunzels and the like, but loads of strange, long words and names that were completely unfamiliar to me. I hadn’t read many actual books by then really, and was still learning to navigate them and the whole literary world, so I was thinking, perhaps it was some sort of an introduction, foreword… whatever, and kept on reading, there was no actual table of contents either as far as I remember and I was thinking maybe it was important to read it when reading the whole book, as it happens with some books. I actually don’t know why I kept on reading it so determinedly and diligently, it was completely unlike me, and why I didn’t realise that perhaps something was wrong with it that it’s so very off topic and didn’t notice anything, or at least try to skip the boring pages instead of reading it page after page, and I’ve read quite a fair bit of it I believe, even though I remember literally yawning at it and was growing more and more discouraged, so, I think it was quite silly. Even though I didn’t make the conclusion myself, which, as I said, I find weird a little, but maybe I was just too new to the literary world, someone finally helped me. A volunteer who was working in our boarding school group at the time once went up to me and asked what I was reading, and I told her that brothers Grimm, but it’s not really quite as interesting as I thought and doesn’t really remind me in any way of what my Mum used to read to me. She asked me if she could have a look, and then we were both surprised because the book I was reading was definitely no fairytales! I don’t know the English title of this book if it was translated to English, but it was by Vitus DrΓΆscher and it was about animals, but not quite something that would be fitting for children of my age then. It was quite scientific and geeky and if I remember correctly, it was about some rules and behaviours that different animals have. And I was never an animal/nature geek very much, even when I read magazines for children and there was always a more or less extensive article on how different wild animals live, I usually was happy to skip it. So the mystery was finally resolved! πŸ˜€ They had to make a mistake at the library, probably based on the signature of the book or something. I really loved reading though, and it was what I usually did when I didn’t have anything more interesting to do or just in my free time, and I think I didn’t go with that book right away to the library but don’t remember why, perhaps it was the weekend, or perhaps I didn’t have an opportunity or anyone to go with me, or perhaps I was anxious of peopling with people I didn’t know very well, but I think I had that book with me for a while yet and am pretty sure that, even though it felt even more boring now that I knew what it was about and that there wasn’t going to be anything interesting further, I kept on reading it for a few more days when I had nothing better to do and wanted to read something. And since as I said I was a fairly fast reader, I think I may have read it whole, or if not whole, then at least the greater part of it. πŸ˜€

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Question of the day (20th September).

When was the last time you begun a new chapter?
My answer:
In a more literal way, today – I’ve been rereading “Jane Eyre” and have read at least two chapters today. – πŸ˜€ But what I’m asking you and myself is more about life in general, though feel free to answer this question how you’d like.
The last time I begun a new chapter… I think a proper, major, separate, key chapter in its own right, was when I’ve got Misha. It has changed so much in my life, and now I can’t even imagine easily not having him in my life. Then there was also starting my new, current blog, but since I’d done it multiple times in the past, it didn’t have that feel of a brand mew beginning. You? πŸ™‚
PS: Let me know if anything looks different/weird/worse about this post, I don’t think it should but just in case and out of curiosity. I’m writing this via email on my brand new Braille-Sense that arrived yesterday. I’ve also got a new PlexTalk, and yes, the computer, but turns out my scary adjustment process (and a lot of the stress) can be postponed for some more. Something in it got broken on the delivery so I need to send it back to the company who helped me get it so that they can fix it. Nothing major, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, but bad enough that you can’t even turn the computer on.

Question of the day (16th September).

What was the last book you read?

My answer:

The last that I finished? It was “Innocent”, the new book by Cathy Glass. I enjoyed it as I always do with her books but it also let me down a bit. If you are planning to read this book, I suggest you skip this paragraph, spoiler ahead.Cathy Glass is a foster carer who writes memoirs about the children she takes care of. In this particular book, she writes about two siblings – Molly and Kit – whose mother was very anxious about their health, and who both had a lot of mysterious ailments and non-accidental injuries and were visiting the hospital ultra frequently. No one knew what was up with them but there was a suspicion that they were abused and that’s why they were separated from their parents. Cathy wanted to make sure that the cause of children’s illnesses could be defined. I won’t be telling you the whole book but basically, while Cathy, and the kids’ social worker, and everyone involved were scratching their heads over what could be the issue here, I knew for sure at about the third chapter that the problem was that the mummy had Munschhausen syndrome by proxy/FDIA, and I’m not a professional. It really wasn’t hard to figure out so I wondered whether Cathy just wanted it to look like such a lengthy process so she could write a full length book or it really took them that long. Granted that I was just reading the book, not involved in the case, so perhaps how it actually looked like was different and less obvious than described in the book. It was more difficult for them because the children’s mother was giving them food to take to Cathy’s when she saw them at contact, it was already poisoned so they were often sick at Cathy’s as well. I was also surprised that even when they knew full well that the mother has FDIA, the judge decided that the children should live with their parents. As if a few weeks stay in the hospital could really fix such a serious disorder. I don’t know, maybe it can, but it felt really, really doubtful to me. I guess it’s not a rare situation when judges deciding on families make such rather questionable choices. What surprised me was that the parents of the kids – Filip and Aneta – had actually Polish names – or if not Polish then Czech, because both ANeta and Filip are Polish and Czech names. It wouldn’t be anything weird in the UK where a lot of Poles live, but it wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the book that they were Polish or Czech and their kids had English names. I understand that Cathy had to change their names from what they originallly were, but still, that was interesting. Though, as a linguophile and a name nerd, I felt slightly annoyed that the narrator read Aneta’s name like Anita with an “ee” all the time, while it is ah-NE-tah in both languages, and Anita is a different name. πŸ˜€ But of course that’s just a detail.

And the last book I’ read but never finished was “Camilla” by Fanny Burney. I was excited to read it, I thought I will love it, I like this type of English classics, and I liked that it was an influence for Jane Austen, but, uh, I just couldn’t get through it. I’m not someone who is very thirsty for quick-paced action in books, it may be slow as long as it’s interesting and well written, but that book was just too much for me. I really tried to read it, I read it for a very long time, tried to get into it, but just couldn’t. It just felt overly lengthy and boring. And the consciousness that the whole book is about 1000 pages long made me feel like yawning, so I just left it. Maybe another time. I managed to like the character of Eugenia though. I wonder if I should read “Evelina” by Burney which I also thought could be interesting. Now I’m not so sure.

And I’m still reading “Forever Twelve” by Meg Kimball, which are the first four books in her “Advice Avengers” series. Meg is my fantastic blog friend who blogs at https://whenbadadvicehappens.wordpress.com (I’m sorry this link looks like this but I’m writing via email) and I was also really excited to read her series. I’m reading the third book which is called “Andi Has The Answers”, and I’m enjoying it a lot. I like how positive and unrealistic these books are, I mean, the two main characters are 12-year-old girls. I have a 12-year-old girl called Zofijka at home and the Advice Avengers and their friends differ so vastly from Zofijka and her friends whom I know. Corey and Andi are so nicely childish but at the same time, especially Corey, is very mature and wise for her age in my opinion. And the whole series just feels so nice that I’d like to jump into that world right away. πŸ˜€ In this respect, Meg’s writing reminds me of my favourite Polish writer called MaΕ‚gorzata Musierowicz, who has written a series called JeΕΌycjada, I will always regret that it’s not translated into English, it’s a big loss for non Polish speakers in my view. Ms. Musierowicz’s writing style and the setting of her books hugely differs from Meg’s, but the slightly utopian, warm atmosphere is very much the same.

Oh well, when I created this blog I told myself I won’t be doing reviews, did I just write one big review of 3 books, or doesn’t it count as a review yet? πŸ˜€ Well anyway, I’ve been making a lot of interesting literary discoveries lately so I guess that’s justified, even if it is a review of sorts. And, people, I’ve read all those books in English. It no longer feels like a deal at all for me.

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Question of the day (1st July).

What was the first book you remember reading?

My answer:

I guess I did a post on that in the past myself, don’t know if it was as a part of question of the day series, so rather than writing the whole story again, I’ll just simply say that it was “God And The Mouse” by Angela Toigo. Very boring, and too short for my reading skills haha, read it in one afternoon.

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Question of the day.

Where is your favourite place to read?

My answer:

I can easily read anywhere that is not too loud or not too many stimuli that would either distract me or make me uncomfortable/anxious. I don’t like reading when there are many people around me, even when I don’t have to engage with them or even care about them, though sometimes I’ll do that if I’m bored. But I guess my favourite place is my room, especially my bed, it’s where I read the most and most often.

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