I love books. I have over five hundred in my Kindle library. I don’t say this to brag, because the truth is, I’ve only read about twenty percent of them. Before I got a Kindle, I would make a trip to the library every three weeks to get books, bringing the kids with me, hoping to instill the love the love of reading into (only my oldest daughter caught on–I guess one out of three isn’t bad). I would check out a stack of books that caught my interest and try to get through as many as possible in those three weeks. I might read two at the most, then the rest of them would get renewed until I could read them, or returned if I found something more interesting.
It’s a little easier now with the Kindle, but it’s also made me a bit of a hoarder. I have every intention of reading all five hundred books, plus all the ones I will be downloading, because, let’s face it, I’m not going to stop at five hundred. But I discovered a potential problem with this plan: my tastes are changing.
1 Corinthians 13:11, When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
Change is inevitable. So it stands to reason that you’re not going to read the same things you read as a child. I don’t have the patience to read Young Adult books anymore. I enjoyed them as a child, but when I could finally move to the adult section of the library without reproachful looks from the librarians, I stopped reading them. As an adult, I began reading romances, action/adventure and paranormal and have been reading them every since. Those five hundred books in my Kindle are mostly romances, action/adventure and paranormal; and of the ones I read, I enjoyed most of them. I’m not going to lie and say that they were all great. But for the most part, I’ve been happy with my choices. And I was planning to be happy with those choices for the rest of my literary life.
But then I started rereading Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner last week. Kate is a mom of a two-year-old toddler and a fourteen-year-old daughter, who balances motherly and wifely duties with demon-hunting. What’s there not to love about that synopsis? I read this book a few years ago and enjoyed it enough to read the five sequels. This time though, I found my attention wandering off. I was no longer interested in it. Don’t get me wrong, the book is good. So what had changed? Perhaps the fact that I am now an empty-nester? Or maybe that my time is limited now that I’ve started my own business and am too busy to read? Maybe it’s simply that I want to read something new outside of the genres I’ve been reading. I couldn’t pinpoint anything specific, only that my tastes are changing. This isn’t the ‘change’ we as women go through in life, but it might as well be. The books I’ve been reading and hoarding have been a constant. They’re my go-to when I want to read something but nothing new strikes my fancy. They’re like watching a favorite movie, or visiting close friends. They’re like replaying a favorite memory. They are a part of me. And I share them with anyone who will listen, who shares my tastes.
But change is inevitable. None of us remain the person we were even a year earlier. It only makes sense then that as we change, as we grow older, as we continue to live, our tastes continue to change. What do we do then? We flow with the change and get another five hundred books…okay, maybe not that many, but the prospective new worlds, new stories, new characters has me excited about the possibilities.