Tag: reading

Books I really want to read.

I don’t read enough books. Which is a travesty, because I quite like a good book and I don’t want to brag, but I’m pretty good at reading. Even better at it than I am at writing (OMG I KNOW). I read take-out menus, blogs, really bad clickbait articles about the Kardashians and week old newspapers I find on my parents’ dining table when I visit, but I suck at treating myself to a good book.

I only seem to think about books just before I travel somewhere. I find I get my best reading done on a camping trip or a (child free) plane ride. After everyone climbs into bed, I get stuck into a good read. It’s a quiet, non disruptive, not-too-much-data-used way to wind down (as much as I love a hard copy of a book I find my phone is handy because it’s small and has its own light – provided I have some way to keep it charged). It’s also a fantastic way to kill time when I inevitably wake before everyone else.

I’m headed away for a little bit soon, so I thought I’d make myself a list. Sure, I’ll never get to every title here on one trip, but I find that once I get the ball rolling, it motivates me further.

Here we go!

Me Before You & After You by Jojo Moyes


I am always wary of books that were made into movies. I can never decide whether to watch the movie first or read the book first. Because, we all know the movie can never capture every detail that a book can. I remember the agony of deciding to read My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult before seeing the movie. I felt like I’d made the right choice in the end.

This time I watched Me Before You before reading. I am hoping the book will fill in all the extra details in the relationship between the characters Lou and Will that I was craving while viewing the movie. I love that there’s a sequel and can’t wait to see what comes next.

The Girl With the Lower Back Tattoo by Amy Schumer


I love Amy Schumer. Not only is she really hilarious, but she has this knack of using her comedy to skewer the sexism that exists in both real life and in showbiz. She highlights the ridiculousness in the most fucking funny way and she’s not afraid to be rude and brutally honest! Inside Amy Schumer is my favourite sketch comedy show. In fact, it might be the only one I like! I’m not usually a fan of that format (sorry).

Anyhow, I’m expecting her book to be all that and more. I want to read about all the things that have made her who she is today.

The Wrong Girl by Zoë Foster


I admit that I do not read anywhere near as much fiction as I do biographies and other non fiction works, but this book has got my interest, simply because of the author! I have crushed on Zoë via social media and her relationship with Hamish Blake (I really hope they’re the hilarious and cute couple I picture them as) for aaaaages. I have heard great things about her writing and it might be nice to lose myself in a fictional story for the first time in a while.

Without You, There is No Us by Suki Kim


I have always been fascinated/horrified by stories of North Korea. As I was born in South Korea, I guess it also seems weirdly close to home (even though I haven’t actually lived there since I was 5 months old). In 2014, we actually visited a site where the North had tried to infiltrate the South in Gangneung. To this day, they have machine gun wielding guards in a tower ready to shoot at anyone who gets too close…we might have almost found out the hard way when my rather laid-back dad wanted to take a ‘short cut’ to the top of a hill – OMG! They aren’t kidding around! It’s terrifying! I was way too scared to visit the border between North and South (even though people safely visit all the time).

Anyway, I heard about this amazingly brave author on Triple J radio. She was a guest on Matt Okine and Alex Dyson’s breakfast slot. I was glued to the interview all the way to the Little Mister’s school drop off. Suki Kim is a journo who went into North Korea as an English teacher. She risked her life to write her book about what she learned while deep undercover for 6 months. Amazing.

Fight Like a Girl by Clementine Ford


I consider myself a feminist and I must say that the older I get and the more I think about my son being out in this world, I get more and more passionate about equality. Someone who has really opened my eyes to some of the inequalities that we often miss and walk past, has been Clementine Ford. She maintains the rage like nobody else and is not afraid to call out sexism as she sees it (or receives it on social media). She always makes me think. I expect her book to be no different. I take no responsibility for how feisty I might be once I’ve finished it haha.

Have you read any of these books? Got anything else to recommend? 

I miss paper.


It seems that another book store in my home town has shut down. Of course I am just assuming – they could have moved elsewhere, right? But the roller shutter is down and they were selling their shelves the other week. They wouldn’t be the first book store in the area to disappear. I suppose books are now something you buy online to be delivered, or to download electronically.

Lately, I’ve been having a real yearning for paper. It’s so weird. It just came on all of a sudden when I had a fantasy of one day reading the Little Mister (and any subsequent sibling should we be lucky enough) novels a chapter at a time, snuggled up at bed time. The way we used to read when I was young. Sure, we read him paper books now – great stories with illustrations. But there’s something about a novel. You know what I mean? The way you turn each page and hold it just so in your hands. The way it smells if it’s from the library or well read. I’ve been reading novels since I was six. SIX. That’s a long time to be enjoying books. They’re a part of my life.

Lately I have been disloyal to paperbacks. I have opted for electronic formats. Because I buy books on a whim online, rather than being able to browse through a book store (um – hello there aren’t many left). When I finally have time to read, I need to read RIGHT THEN AND THERE. It’s just easy to download something. And if Mr Unprepared is asleep, my phone or my tablet provide their own light so I don’t wake him or have to balance a torch under the covers like I did when I was a kid and I was supposed to be asleep and my mum would come in my room and blast me!

It’s probably my fault physical book stores aren’t thriving. Oops.

The other night I was in a self imposed mummy time out *ahem*. I was in my room with no electronic devices and there was no way in hell I was going back out into the fray to collect my smartphone. Sitting on the head of the bed was a book I had never got around to reading. A fat paperback. I stayed and read a chapter. It felt so good. More relaxing than reading from a bright screen.

I keep forgetting to write things down in my paper diary. I wish I had a place to store all of my friends’ addresses, birthdays and other such special details. I’d love to get an awesome journal to record my ‘Kez Gets Physical’ health journey. I would love to be that person who has a stack of gorgeous personal journals collected over a lifetime.

Sure, it’s not fantastic for decluttering purposes and I do think of the trees. But I miss paper.

I hope paper books never die. I hope the children of the future won’t all be read to every night by parents holding tablets. I mean, I’m not judging if anyone is already doing that (each to our own). I am just old fashioned and I never want to stop holding that story book and turning the pages.

Does anyone else miss paper? Is it wrong of me to want to keep reading (or writing on) trees that used to be?

The Book of Kez.

So, I’ve been tagged by the slightly loopy (sorry it’s true), very entertaining (and wonderfully friendly) Pinky Poinker to participate in a post about my reading habits. I really wish she’d tagged me when I was about 7 years old, because I was really in my prime (the word ‘genius’ might have even been thrown around a bit – not quite but almost). I mean, to dob me in when I hardly read anymore is a little mean. Come on, that’s what time machines are for, Pinky. Sheesh. I shall try my best.

Do you snack while you read?

I snack standing up while reading TV Week in the kitchen because it’s the only way I get left alone. I snack while reading my iPhone. Is looking at Pinterest ‘reading’? Because I’m so down with snacking while looking at Pinterest. I mean, reading it. Sigh.

Seriously, though. If you’re talking about books, I don’t really. I like to be completely ‘in’ a book and snacking is a distraction that stops me from being able to hold a book properly. I’m very uncoordinated, you know.

Do you tend to mark your books as you read, or does the idea of writing in books horrify you?

Look. Look at this. This is the work of a very dangerous tween.


Oooh. What a rebel with a great sense of irony. Watch out.

I found this in a Paul Jennings book recently. I can’t wait to hand my collection down to the Little Mister.

And no, I don’t tend to write in or mark books these days. Because I don’t read any. But also – vandalism etc. You know.

Fiction, non-fiction, or both?

Both. But I do lean towards non-fiction more these days. TV Week is non-fiction, right?

I like ‘true’ stories. I like biographies that make me laugh or inspire me (probably why I love reading blogs). I used to read a lot of true crime, but since I became a parent I’ve become as weak as shit and can’t handle it if it involves children or anything of that nature. Probably a good thing. Means I’m not a psychopath.

Hard copy or ebooks?

Both. There’s kind of nothing like the magic of reading an actual book with actual pages, am I right? Although, I kind of like electronic books because if I go away, I don’t have to pack fifteen books with me (that’s if I have even a hope of getting any reading done). Also, my electronic device becomes its own light. I mean, how clever is that? No keeping Mr Unprepared awake if I’m deep into a story and can’t put it down. No need to balance a torch and a book precariously on my chest while reading in bed when camping (strangely the time I get the most reading done).

Are you a person who tends to read to the end of chapters, or are you able to put a book down at any point?

I make up weird rules in my head. Like I have to read until I reach a page where a sentence ends at the bottom. So when I pick it up again, I can just start a fresh page and I know where I am. If it’s a super awesome book, I have to finish a chapter. But then that often turns into a crazy all nighter where the book doesn’t get put down. At all.

What are you currently reading?

Um…I got half a page into Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? …a few months ago? It’s absolutely NOTHING against Mindy’s work. I love her so hard. I know it’s gonna be an awesome book. I just know it! I just haven’t been able to commit. Probably because I stay up too late blogging or reading blogs as it is. I am actually excited to go camping so I can just read at night – no internet to distract me! So that counts as ‘currently’ reading, right? Because I’m part way (well half a page) in?

What is the last book you bought?

The Mindy Kaling one.

Are you the type of person that only reads one book at a time or can you read more than one at a time?

When I was younger, I did attempt to read about 4 books at once. It was because I would get one book, start reading it, get a new book, be too impatient to finish the first one … and so on. What a crazy kid.

Now I stick to one thing at a time. Seriously. I once had a Marie Claire magazine for 8 months and wouldn’t let myself buy a new one until I finished it. Maybe I’m a little obsessive. I probably have massive issues. YEAH. MASSIVE ISSUES OF MARIE CLAIRE I NEVER FINISH.

Do you have a favourite time of day and/or place to read?

You might have gathered that I read at night when I do read. Everything’s quiet. I can hear my thoughts. I can absorb the words.  I like to read in bed. Because, hello. Comfy.

Is there a specific book or author that you find yourself recommending over and over?

I devour Jodi Picoult novels. Even the ones I think I won’t like, I GET SO SUCKED IN. She just knows how to create characters and get you thinking really hard about your own morals and values and human nature and the ethics of things. Amazing.

Oh, and also? I would recommend Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson (aka The Bloggess), because I once read that while camping and when there was a funny bit (so like ALL the time) I silent-giggled so hard I shook the camper van. THAT’S how you know when a book is funny (it was also moving and touching and all those weird words that mean you FELT it). Mr Unprepared was not so amused because he was sharing the bed with me. But that’s because he hadn’t read it. He has no idea what he was missing out on.


And now I am supposed to tag somebody, so I’m going to be lazy and tag ALL OF YOU. Go on. Do it 🙂