Being an avid reader, I thought I'd spend a couple of posts writing about books and what I like to read.
I'm sure it's no surprise to you ladies, that us men treat the 'smallest room' as a library! Indeed, in the bathroom, there is even a magazine rack above the toilet!!
Alright, so we're not talking magazines, but I did say I like to read.
It's books that are a passion. Allow me to explain.
When I was younger, like any child, I hated shopping. To be dragged around the shops was tantamount to child abuse! Why couldn't I stay at home and do what I wanted to do? Why do I need clothes?
I even remember my first 'grown up' book. It was Agatha Christie's "The Man In The Brown Suit". Don't ask me how I remember it, I just do.
I was hooked.
Fast-forward 20/30 years(!!!) and books are everywhere in the house. Shelves positively creak under the weight of all that paper.
Favourite, well read, well thumbed, novels mix company with business and educational books.
Take a wet Saturday afternoon, and head to a store near you.
I'm trying to instil the same ethos in my children. If they want toys they can wait. If they want a book, I have no hesitation in buying.
The feel of a new book. The smell of the fresh print. I don't mind whether its hardback or paperback.
I find there's always pressure on an author who has garnered international recognition; and in Dan Brown's case, courted controversy at the same time.
So, as I begin to read it, I'm hoping that it hits the mark, and is every bit as good as the hype that's gone before has suggested.