Between #MGCarousel’s book bingo and binging on #IndieApril reads, I packed in a lot of pages during April. An accomplishment, considering I also managed to write 30,000 words for Camp NaNoWriMo (yay!). Oh, and I’ve been plugging away at #36daysoftype on Instagram. It’s been a wild month.
It’s my belief that there’s a book out there for everyone. Whatever you’re interested in, want to know more about, or need to hear, someone’s probably written a book for it. I’ve also come to realize that there’s a book out there for every mood. Books for when you’re brave. Books for when you’re hurt. Books for when you need a laugh.
Today, I wanted to talk about comfort reads. Books that have the magical ability to whisk us away to a happier place, lift our moods on a crummy day, and read like they were written just for us.
Benaiah is shunned by the people of Israel because he’s different. Forced to take odd jobs on battlefields and burial grounds, Ben jumps at the chance to quit working behind the scenes and ally himself to a shepherd boy with a giant destiny.
Tossing aside his pick, Ben winced when it clunked dully against some guy’s head. Not that the dead man could feel it. Judging by the snarl on the corpse’s rigid face, the last two things he’d felt were rage and a Philistine javelin through the chest.
That’s right. A halfblood. A halfblood with the skills and the talent to fight alongside the best. They’d all seen her. Who were the Hunters to turn her down after that? They wouldn’t dare.
-Flames of Courage by Hannah Heath
It’s been a great summer of reading. In total, I’ve plowed through about 30 books in the last 3 months! I owe a lot of my success to the various reading challenges that went up this summer, mainly from #MGBookVillage and #MGCarousel.
Three out of five. Those were the odds. Three out of five new recruits would die within their first cycle as a Hunter.
-Colors of Fear by Hannah Heath
She stood with her nose up, sniffing delightedly. It was the delicious mildewy fragrance of old books. Hundreds of them, she saw, looking round the room. Books were lined up on shelves on all four walls, stacked on the floor, and piled on the desk, old books in leather covers mostly, although some of the ones on the floor had newer looking colored jackets.