How I came to be who I am today, I am not entirely sure. I don't care to analyze it, at least not right now. I'm sitting in my kitchen/dining/living room right now wishing I had a book to read. I've finished all the ones I have on hand. Gifts given to me these days are usually books, in fact, I received several this last Christmas. Unfortunately, I didn't bring them all back to Hawaii. When I get back to Tennessee I'll get to read about an illusive species of woodpecker which was thought to be extinct, I'm looking forward to it.
What's strange is this; I haven't always enjoyed reading. I can remember reading three books for pleasure k-12, and then in college I would read my text books cover to cover because I liked it. Somewhere along the lines after highschool, I traded in video games and occasionally T.V. for a book. This may surprise you, as I probably don't strike you as a reader. It surprises me too. This isn't the only anomaly of my life though, believe it or not I've developed a respectable work ethic. Just ask Chris Reynolds. Before I left for Montreat I worked for Chris for about two weeks. I dug trenches, laid some piping, poured concrete, and did most of the other hands on jobs while Chris sat looking pretty in his backhoe. I'm pretty sure Chris may have been a little hesitant about hiring me, but in the end he was impressed. I remember him saying I was the best worker he'd had. Not to shabby for not having a real job until I was 20 or so.
Anyway, here's my point; I need some titles to read. I looked over everyone's profiles to check out the favorite books list (Penny's was most helpful). I know I'll probably read Life of Pi sometime, so thanks Lisa. If you've got a suggestion, bring it.