Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl. Each week they provide a topic and you are free to use that topic and/or variations of that topic to make your top ten list. You don’t have to do all ten. Instead you can do three, five, fifteen, whatever you want. A full list of the weekly themes can be found here.
This week’s theme is Changes in my Reading Life. I thought this could be a really interesting topic because I’ve been reading for, well, longer than I care to admit. Over the years my interest in certain topics or genres has changed, evolved, and sometimes backtracked. Lets dive in!
The Early Years
Let us begin this reading journey with my teenage years, shall we. Why? Because that was long enough ago it takes some effort to drudge up those memories and if I went back any further I feel like I would be making crap up. (Keep in mind that while I did read Harry Potter I tend to leave that series out of my posts)
In my mid-late teens I read MG fantasy. Because I loved it. Because it made me happy. Because fuck anyone who said that I was too old for these books. Reading Percy Jackson as a teen was a wonderful choice because it reminded my angsty self that everyone has struggles and problems, small children to the elderly, and not even people with special powers were exempt from that rule.
These were some of the few books I read in my early adulthood. I vividly remember laying on my couch in my sweet little townhouse, my boyfriend sitting beside of me playing video games, absolutely gobbling these books up. They were the best kind of escapism as I tried to cope with the added responsibilities of adulthood. While I read very few books in my early twenties these stick out most in my mind. This story helped me so much during a time of great change in my life and I’ll forever be grateful for them.
The Late Twenties
My late twenties brought on a wave of mysteries and historical fiction. I absolutely couldn’t get enough! Pictured are several books from Christopher Fowler’s Peculiar Crimes Unit series which I still adore. I loved to get lost in a good mystery with quirky characters and unexpected endings. During this time I also found myself reading many historical fiction novels based around ancient Egypt, Rome, and Greece. While I still love both of these genres immensely I find myself not reading them as often as I once did.
Now, in my early thirties, I find myself turning to YA fantasy. Many would say these stories are more suited to teenagers but they bring me joy so who cares? My shelves are packed with stories of castles, sword and magic wielding characters, and the trials and tribulations that come with the sweet and often complicated romances that live in their pages. I really got into this genre after my daughter was born and I wanted to read but simply couldn’t mentally process the heavy mysteries and epically dense stories I once had. I’ve come to love YA fantasy so very much and I am grateful every single time I open one and get sucked into stories frequently featuring a fierce female lead.
Who knows what kind of books I will read in the future. For now, I am thankful for every page I get to turn, every story I get lost in, and each character I come to know. Reading is a part of my life and I hope I always carry that joy with me.