Yesterday I wrote about Amazon largely ignoring readers during its annual Prime Day. I may have been mistaken.
There’s a new book I’m interested in coming out next week. I happened to see a tweet from its author stating that the book was 70% off on Amazon. I checked. It was. A brand new release was $8.40. I decided to buy it. Then noticed that Amazon was (and still is) running a promo on books. $5 off $15. Not exactly the mountain of savings you could have from other items, but it is something. The promo code is primebooks17.
Also, this week is coupon week at my local HPB.
I wasn’t a give reader when I was in school. I read more in college than I’ve read during the rest of my life. Seriously.
I can think of one summer reading assignment I completed. Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. It was assigned the summer before my freshman year in college. I thought it was a great book, but I’ve not gone back to read any of his other books.
What’s your take on summer reading?
And yet, here we are. In January I read 10 books. I was off and running. I was going to sprint right past my annual goal. I was devouring each book I opened. Now? Nearly five months and multiple DNFs later my total for the year is 11 books.
Now is when I make excuses. In February I started a new job. In April I went on an eight day vacation. Last month I began a new relationship with a great girl. I mean, those count for something. I’ll just pretend that relationships, jobs, and trips don’t happen for others so I can feel like I have valid reasons for not reading. 🤔
The actual request was for a book that may make them cry.
To Kill a Mockingbird
All of the books have completely different storylines. Two are based in fact. Two are not. The common thing from all of them is that I believe there are lessons to be learned from each. Just like there’s a lesson to be learned from nearly every book ever published. The messaging may be off and the writing poor, but find a book in which you take nothing away from it and I’ll gladly hand you hundreds in which you’ll find something hidden beneath the printed words.
What was the last book that made you cry?
Someone new in my life recently asked me what’s my one addiction. My response? Literally what I texted back. 😂
Any longtime reader of this blog knows one thing has remained constant throughout my years on WordPress. My stance on recommending books. For those who may not know, I’ve always said I’d never recommend books because I really have no idea what another person will enjoy. I still believe that to be true. But any time someone asks me to recommend a book going forward, I always will. Why? I’ll tell you.
I’m 25. I don’t claim to have a pot of knowledge unavailable to others. Heck, I don’t even claim to have answers to some of the most pressing questions we face. But I know the lessons I’ve learned from books. I know firsthand the power the written word can possess. I still haven’t answered my own question.
I’m most often asked to recommend books in a general category. A book that’s sad. A book that’ll cause a laugh. A book with a strong message. Those sorts of requests. I feel like I’m able to meet those requests much more than trying to guess what someone will like.
For instance, if someone asked me to recommend a book with a strong message I could come up with dozens. Different messages. Different authors. Different topics. I’m not telling anyone what they should or shouldn’t believe in. I’m telling them what I was able to take from an individual story.
What’s changed isn’t the ability to learn from books. What’s changed is my increased desire to spread messages of positivity, inclusion, and the consequences of decisions made by generations before us.
I told someone new into my life recently that I want to help as many people as I can during my brief time on earth. And I believe books are my greatest asset in achieving that constant, lifelong goal. If I can open just one person’s eyes to an event or topic, then I’m content to do so.
AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!
Oh my god. I can’t stop saying that stupid phrase on here! Haha!
But the new fan is me. And I know what you’re thinking. I do. Who the hell is Amari Cooper? He’s an NFL player. But I’m not a new fan of his because of his on-field abilities. It’s because of something completely unrelated to football.
Recently he had a pickup game of basketball with some of his teammates. There was a friendly wager on the game. If one team.lost they’d have to wear clothes from the opposing captain’s clothing line for a week. If the other team lost they’d have to read books from Amari Cooper’s reading list. Cooper’s team won and he immediately began passing out books!
I think you may be wondering which books happened to be on the list, which is understandable. But that’s not the correct line of thinking! Does it matter what’s on the list? Really. Does it? I don’t think it does. He’s encouraging his teammates to take an interest in books. That’s what I believe is most important here.
For the record, I glanced at his reading list. It’s full of books discussing a wide range of topics. Nonfiction and fiction.
Bravo, Amari. I can’t root for any player on the field against the Texans. But the rest of the season I’m a fan of yours.