I never used to read. Other than Twilight when I was a tween and Eragon which is one of my favourite books, it never was one of my hobbies. I always had a stack of books in my room though, because they interested me. Books are fascinating, how you can get so absorbed into a set of pages and some characters that most of the time somebody has invented. They’re such a weird concept but I’ve always love them, I’ve just never really read them.
That was until I started working at school and became part of a year 8 reading class. It was a cold morning. And I was tired. It had been suggested to me that I bring in one of my own books because all the class would be doing for an hour would be reading in silence. But, silly me had ‘forgotten’ (I have three books atop my wardrobe in York sitting there, unread from an equivalent of Pound Stretcher so you see my reason for neglect) so I was forced to choose one post haste from the school library. I headed immediately for the sixth form section, hoping to find something I wanted to read because I have a real issue with choosing books or even films sometimes. So I browsed for a few moments and then chose something I’d never even heard of before. Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden. During that hour I read the first 27 pages and I was hooked. Like, really hooked. I’ve never felt like this about a book before, I’ve never been interested in a book like this before. But there’s something about it that I find incredibly interesting. If you don’t know it, like I didn’t, it’s about a young girl who is taken from her little fishing village and is given to an okiya in Kyoto to train to become a geisha. It’s all about her dealing with changes and expectations of women in 1930s Japan and it’s wonderful. I can’t stop reading, like really. I’m only on page 305 out of 493 so I have no idea what happens or how it ends so please no spoilers! Cheers.
I’m also planning to watch the film (which is on Netflix thankfully) because film adaptations of books always fascinate me, I’m even looking at pursuing a masters degree in the subject.
Anyhow, I’m really happy to be back in the routine of reading. It’s nice, it’s exciting and it’s a different experience to watching a film (don’t start on which medium is better, I can’t handle it) and I have a growing stack of books on my bookshelf that I want to read and that have been recommended to me by many people. How exciting! But so far, I would highly recommend this book. It’s so, so interesting, I think I’m going to read some more now…