I haven’t been very prolific with the old blogging thing the past few days, because I have been buried in a book. It’s a memoir. I like reading memoirs and they don’t have to be the memoirs of famous people either. I mean, it’s true that if you read memoir, the majority of them will probably be written by well known people, but that’s not always the case. Sometimes, you can come across memoirs written by people who, though they’re not well known, have an interesting story to tell. That’s the case with the one I am reading now. It’s keeping me glued to the pages and it’s an emotional ride. I have laughed, smiled, felt afraid for the guy, celebrated victories with him, lived through his defeats and cried with him at personal tragedies. I’ll probably review the book once I am done with reading it, so I won’t get into details of title and subject here, but I wanted to let people know why I am so quiet.
Some good memoirs I have read.
Don’t you just love a good book? It’s a fantastic opportunity, whether fiction, or non fiction to go away into another person’s world for a while and leave your own behind. Sometimes, you might even learn something.