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This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Do you still enjoy reading children’s books?

I have relatives that would consider 90+% of what I read to be childish, but that’s probably not the same thing.

Even before the new feature I started this year, Grandpappy’s Corner, I’ve always gladly accepted requests from Children’s and Picture Book Authors to talk about their books–and I’ve even bought a few for myself over the last couple of years. There’s something about them that just sparks joy (also, it’s pretty low investment of time and energy in return for that spark).

Some of my favorite books over the last few years have been written for kids–and several of my favorite books ever fit have been, too.

There’s that oft-quoted line from C.S. Lewis

I am almost inclined to set it up as a canon that a children’s story which is enjoyed only by children is a bad children’s story.

I’d absolutely agree with that.

I think a better question is why wouldn’t you like children’s books?

When I started this, I thought it was going to be a longer piece. But, eh…who needs that?

Do you still read children’s books?

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

What would the title of your autobiography be?

This is a tough one, beyond thinking that I’d ever write an autobiography. Still, I enjoyed trying to come up with something fitting. Here are a few scattered ideas that I’ve gathered over the last few days:

The Irresponsible Reader—hey, I’ve got a brand (of sorts), lean into it, right?
…That Reminds Me of Something I Read—I’ve started noticing how often I can derail a conversation into being about something I read, something I remember my conversation partner mentioning reading lately, some book I’ve seen on a blog somewhere that the conversation reminds me of. If I were to write an autobiography, it’d end up being filled with these kinds of things. It’s probably the best title I can think of.
A Life In Books—it feels a bit pretentious and would be better for a librarian, bookseller, or prolific writer.
Pax, Amor, et Lepos in Iocando—this is a reference to one of my favorite children’s books, the name of my little-used personal blog, and what I hope I focus on
I Can’t Imagine Anyone Wants to Read this, But… —self-deprecation may be the kiss of death in an Autobiography title, but it’s honest.

What would you call your life story?

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Have you ever been told that you have an excessive number of books? If so, what was your reaction?

Just about any time someone sees my collection—or asks how many books I own. And those people don’t even see my ebooks or audiobooks!! I should probably print up a graphic representation of those just so they really know what they’re commenting on.

My wife used to say that frequently—especially when she’d think about downsizing, or wondered where I’d put the next shelf. In the last couple of years, she hasn’t said anything like that. She’s either given up on me or accepted who I am. Becoming empty nesters probably helped with that, as my books aren’t competing with the kids for space anymore. She even got me a nice “It’s not hoarding if it’s books” sign for my office door.

When someone says that to me I generally agree, because it’s true—I have an unreasonable number of books for someone who isn’t Belle’s Beast. But then I’ll go on to say that I still need more. Because that’s also true. I may add something about how many books I currently have ordered and am waiting to arrive, just to elicit an eye-roll or sad shake of the head over my incorrigibility for my own amusement.

Yes, it will be a burden on my children (or whoever they hire) to go through them all when I’m bereft of life and resting in peace. But that’s not really my problem, is it?*

* That took a dark turn there, didn’t it? That’s what I get for going for stream-of-conscious responses on these posts.

How do you react to comments about your library size?

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Do you spend your lunchtime reading?

I have three primary reading sessions a day–before work (assuming I can stay awake), during lunch, and in the evening (although I try to squeeze in a few others). I talked about my lunchtime routine in the past, back when I worked in an office. Now, I primarily work from home–and my lunchtime reading is so much better*.

Why? Because after I grab a bite, my book and I settle down and am joined by my dog. This is what the rest of the hour looks like:

Can’t get any better than that, can it?

* Okay, most things are.

Do you eat your lunch with a side of book?

My sister’s 2¢ arrived after I posted this, but I didn’t want to leave her out (I left her out of enough things when we were kids, I need to stop that*).

* That’s a joke obviously—my little sister was the cool one, I was the one with the books.

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Are books a must-have in your home?

This seemed like a no-brainer of a question to answer, but I was fairly certain that whatever I ended up saying would sound a lot like something I’ve said before, so I decided to crowdsource the answer and reached out to family and friends asking them to respond to, “Are books a must-have in my home?” Here are their responses:

Steve
I’ve heard of a Chinese proverb, something like “never ask a fish about water.”

I would suppose that’s because a fish doesn’t know how important water is until it’s removed from it.

I pray you never have to be removed from printed words and their life-giving nourishment.

Steve’s known me longer than anyone who doesn’t share my last name or DNA, he knows whereof he speaks

Rosemarie
My first inclination is to go full Sicilian with my answer. I’ll be polite though and ask you, “Che cavolo dici?”

Must-have…are we talking defined as an essential or highly desirable item? Let me ask you these questions in return. Does Stephanie Plum need Janet Evanovich? Is Charles Portis essential for Reuben J. Cogburn? How about Atticus, Jem, and Scout? Was Harper Lee essential to them? Would Mr. Darcy be desirable if not for Jane Austen? Would Lucy and Mr. Tumnus ever meet if not Lewis? What would H.C. have named his children if not for the books in his home?

Yes, I would say books are essential in H.C.’s home. But then I have always had a flair for the obvious.

Victor
Home? I thought he lived in a library branch!

Nicole
Initial reaction to this question

Paul
“Are books a must-have in your home?” Does a fish need water? Car need gas….or electricity?? A camel need a hump? Or 2?? Peanut butter need jelly?? Elvis need Pike? Spenser need Hawk?? Quinn need Lily?? Rebus need Shiv?? A house of yours without books would be like the vacuum of space, nothingness hurtling at the speed of light in all directions, nothingness in chaos with nothingness…utter senselessness, utterly!!

Nisha
Yes!!

(I really hoped to have a paragraph or two, especially since I like to poke fun and be rotten. However, time and creativity escaped me!)

I was hoping for something more, honestly, but so were they. Figured Nisha would bring the funny, as they rarely pass up the chance to be rotten to their uncle–but I’ve been there, time and creativity are harsh and finicky mistresses. And, hey, “Yes!!” is accurate.

Carleigh, my daughter

I’m sensing a theme.

Owen, my oldest
He just sent me this FB screenshot from when we were preparing to move a couple of years ago:

A long day of work and being the family IT tech got the better of him, and he had to go with a practical answer.

My Sister
Are marshmallows a must-have for s’mores?
Is water a must-have for fish?
Is a flame a must-have for a fire?
Is oxygen a must-have to breathe?

I’m no expert on any of these things except s’mores and maybe breathing. But, I’m pretty sure books are as essential in H.C.’s home as any of these!

I would say they go together like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong.

Be grateful that I’m not a BookTuber or a podcaster, no one wants to hear what that would’ve sounded like.)

My Dad
Q: Are books a must-have in H.C.’s home?

A: Absolutely! Yes, unless H.C. can totally reinvent himself and his home, family, and life. What kind of book? Probably doesn’t matter that much.

My Wife
That’s like asking if food, water, and clothing are must-haves.

My Mom (who goes last because she got serious and earnest about it)

H.C. has never lived without books in his home. He was read to and told stories from the time he was born.

At age 3 his readers weren’t always able to read to him when he wanted so he began reading on his own. He proved that he was truly reading, not just reciting books that had been read to him, when he began reading the local newspaper to himself. His appetite for books has continually grown. As his mother, I learned that I needed to read whatever books he was reading at the time so I could continue to talk to him about topics that were important and interesting to him. I ended up reading different genres (is that the right word?) of books than I would have on my own and found interesting topics and styles of writing. He outgrew me in High School with reading and requiring books to keep exploring and learning and enjoying. Fortunately, he had access to libraries since there were only so many places to shelve books in his home. He reads and re-reads books because he enjoyed them so much the first time. He remembers who wrote what book/s. He remembers the content of books he read yesterday, last month, and 30 years ago. He knows what books to recommend to or give to family members based on their interests. He treats books and their authors with respect and awe. He sees books as friends, as pathways to learning, and as entertainment. He shares books and his love of books with people he cares about as well as with people he doesn’t know. He thrives on books challenging him. The question of books being a must-have in H.C.’s home is not even a question. Makes as much sense as asking if H.C.’s body needs air, water, and food.

Oh, look, another theme.

What about you—is a house a home without a book?

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Are books a must-have in your home?

This seemed like a no-brainer of a question to answer, but I was fairly certain that whatever I ended up saying would sound a lot like something I’ve said before, so I decided to crowdsource the answer and reached out to family and friends asking them to respond to, “Are books a must-have in my home?” Here are their responses:

Steve
I’ve heard of a Chinese proverb, something like “never ask a fish about water.”

I would suppose that’s because a fish doesn’t know how important water is until it’s removed from it.

I pray you never have to be removed from printed words and their life-giving nourishment.

Steve’s known me longer than anyone who doesn’t share my last name or DNA, he knows whereof he speaks

Rosemarie
My first inclination is to go full Sicilian with my answer. I’ll be polite though and ask you, “Che cavolo dici?”

Must-have…are we talking defined as an essential or highly desirable item? Let me ask you these questions in return. Does Stephanie Plum need Janet Evanovich? Is Charles Portis essential for Reuben J. Cogburn? How about Atticus, Jem, and Scout? Was Harper Lee essential to them? Would Mr. Darcy be desirable if not for Jane Austen? Would Lucy and Mr. Tumnus ever meet if not Lewis? What would H.C. have named his children if not for the books in his home?

Yes, I would say books are essential in H.C.’s home. But then I have always had a flair for the obvious.

Victor
Home? I thought he lived in a library branch!

Rosemarie
Initial reaction to this question

Paul
“Are books a must-have in your home?” Does a fish need water? Car need gas….or electricity?? A camel need a hump? Or 2?? Peanut butter need jelly?? Elvis need Pike? Spenser need Hawk?? Quinn need Lily?? Rebus need Shiv?? A house of yours without books would be like the vacuum of space, nothingness hurtling at the speed of light in all directions, nothingness in chaos with nothingness…utter senselessness, utterly!!

Nisha
Yes!!

(I really hoped to have a paragraph or two, especially since I like to poke fun and be rotten. However, time and creativity escaped me!)

I was hoping for something more, honestly, but so were they. Figured Nisha would bring the funny, as they rarely pass up the chance to be rotten to their uncle–but I’ve been there, time and creativity are harsh and finicky mistresses. And, hey, “Yes!!” is accurate.

Carleigh, my daughter

I’m sensing a theme.

Owen, my oldest
He just sent me this FB screenshot from when we were preparing to move a couple of years ago:

A long day of work and being the family IT tech got the better of him, and he had to go with a practical answer.

My Dad
Q: Are books a must-have in H.C.’s home?

A: Absolutely! Yes, unless H.C. can totally reinvent himself and his home, family, and life. What kind of book? Probably doesn’t matter that much.

My Wife
That’s like asking if food, water, and clothing are must-haves.

My Mom (who goes last because she got serious and earnest about it)

H.C. has never lived without books in his home. He was read to and told stories from the time he was born.

At age 3 his readers weren’t always able to read to him when he wanted so he began reading on his own. He proved that he was truly reading, not just reciting books that had been read to him, when he began reading the local newspaper to himself. His appetite for books has continually grown. As his mother, I learned that I needed to read whatever books he was reading at the time so I could continue to talk to him about topics that were important and interesting to him. I ended up reading different genres (is that the right word?) of books than I would have on my own and found interesting topics and styles of writing. He outgrew me in High School with reading and requiring books to keep exploring and learning and enjoying. Fortunately, he had access to libraries since there were only so many places to shelve books in his home. He reads and re-reads books because he enjoyed them so much the first time. He remembers who wrote what book/s. He remembers the content of books he read yesterday, last month, and 30 years ago. He knows what books to recommend to or give to family members based on their interests. He treats books and their authors with respect and awe. He sees books as friends, as pathways to learning, and as entertainment. He shares books and his love of books with people he cares about as well as with people he doesn’t know. He thrives on books challenging him. The question of books being a must-have in H.C.’s home is not even a question. Makes as much sense as asking if H.C.’s body needs air, water, and food.

Oh, look, another theme.

What about you—is a house a home without a book?

This prompt was submitted by Mark @ Carstairs Considers:

What was your favorite genre to read as a child? Do you still read that genre, or do you read something else now?

My reading tastes have been called “immature” and “popular” (as in for the hoi polloi, not as in well-known—a glance at my blog stats tells me that on a daily basis), so it will come as no surprise to many of you that my tastes as a child mirror my tastes now. I had a lot of fun, actually, over the last couple of days thinking about this question before finding time to sit down and answer this. There are actually a lot of precursors to what I read today in what I read as a child. I was tempted to sit down and look at a good number of those in this post, but that wouldn’t really be answering the question. Also, that’d end up taking me longer than I want to/can afford to spend on this post. Hopefully, I get around to writing it down—if only for my sake, I’d really like to work out some of this.

Anyway—my favorite genre as a child? Mystery/Detective novels. Leroy “Encyclopedia” Brown and Sally Kimball; Jupiter Jones, Pete Crenshaw, Bob Andrews (The Three Investigators); Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny Alden (the Boxcar Children); the Sugar Creek Gang (particularly when they were solving a mystery—loosely defined); Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson; whatever Ellen Raskin novels that I could get my hands on. Those were my almost constant companions, those stories were my bread and butter. There were others, too, but the names of the authors didn’t stick for whatever reason (I can picture some covers, but, that’s about it). Possibly because I didn’t re-read those authors with the frequency I re-read those.

Essentially, if the library book had a yellow sticker depicting a figure in a Fedora and Overcoat or a white sticker with a fingerprint and a magnifying lens on it—I read it. And likely re-read it. I know in my weekly trips to the library (4-5x a week during the summer), I’d often just wander the shelves looking for those stickers. I read a lot of dross because of that (arguably some of what I listed above fits). Oddly, I never clicked with the Hardy Boys, and bowed to social pressure to never give Nancy Drew a chance (I still regret that).

Anyway—do I still read that genre? Oh, yeah. Anyone who’s read more than 2 posts on this site probably knows that. I’ve mentioned before, that I pretty much realized I was a reader who always needed a book around while reading Encyclopedia Brown, Boy Detective (although I was pretty voracious before that, I just realize it). Maybe that’s where my brain got wired that way (although I vaguely recall a couple of other detective-ish books before that), but to this day, Mystery/Detective/Crime Fiction is my default genre. I guess I’m still that kid in the backseat of my parents’ station wagon watching Encyclopedia and Sally triumph over Bugs Meany and the rest or wandering the stacks at the Payette Public Library looking for those yellow or white stickers.

And you? Have your tastes shifted?

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Do you prefer to read in a quiet or noisy setting?

If it’s a binary choice—quiet. I can get by with pretty much any level of noise, but I’d rather not.

But if the choice isn’t that binary, I like a little music in the background. Not something new—I’d end up paying more attention to it than whatever I’m trying to read (new music is for chores, work, or messing around online). Unless it’s something super-technical, I don’t care if it has lyrics or not. Sometimes I read something that fits the mood that I expect the book to have, but mostly I just grab something I enjoy and use it to cover up all the other sounds around—dogs, kids, dishwasher, etc. Once I’m a few pages or so in, I really don’t notice what I’m listening to (so don’t ask me why I spend so long picking the right tunes).

TV in the background will frequently distract me—even if it’s something I don’t enjoy. I’ve ended up watching too much football because I let my son turn on a game while I was trying to read.

Reading over this makes me wonder just how easily I’m distracted. I thought I had better focus than I’ve depicted myself as having. Huh. The more you know.

What about you—library quiet, or loud as a construction site?

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Do you have a favorite reading nook?

I can—and do—read anywhere: in a house, with a mouse, in a (or on a) box, with a fox, in a car, in a (or under a) tree, on a train (theoretically, never been), in the dark, in the rain (assuming I have some sort of cover—can’t let the pages get wet), with a goat, but definitely not in a boat (I get seasick quicker than Toby Daye gets new clothes blood-stained.

But lately, I tend to do most of my reading in my recliner—where you have to sit juuuust right, so the broken spring doesn’t dig into your back. If you do that, it’s about the most comfortable chair around. That can be dangerous when I’m a bit drowsy, but that spring can serve a useful purpose.

This question, made me think of a post from a few years ago, and since I’m too sick to come up with more than 2.5 paragraphs today, I figured I’d copy and paste it here. It seems sort of appropriate.

Where the Magic Happens…or something

Three years ago when I switched to a day job, my reading habits had to change—among other things. It took almost no time at all to realize that reading in the break room just wasn’t going to work—it was too loud, there were too many things going on, you couldn’t sit by yourself, really. And then there were all these nice people wanting to talk.

Actually, people, in general, being around was something to get used to, but that’s another story.

Then I realized that there were perfectly good stairs a lot closer to my workspace than the break room was. So I started hanging out there and reading—sometimes, sitting on the stairs, other times leaning against the railing—it’s at a decent height for that. Nowadays, that’s where 40-60% of my weekday reading happens while on break.

It’s not perfectly quiet, but it’s close enough. Except when the flautist practices every couple of months. There are people who pass through—and some of them talk to me, but the conversations are short—because they’re on their way to somewhere else. Sometimes it’s just a “hi,” and occasionally I workshop ideas for posts here when someone asks about what I’m reading. I’ve even been given a couple of good recommendations.

Now, the keen-eyed among you might have noticed a couple of post-its on the wall (circled below).

So, for a couple of years, people would joke about putting up a sign where I read with my name on it or something (more than one person has suggested getting me a chair). But last December, I moved to a different floor, and within a month, someone had put up the larger post-it reading “[H. C.]’s Reading Spot.” This would be in the larger circle.

A couple of weeks later, that person asked if I liked my sign. I had to confess that I had no clue what she was talking about and apologized profusely. Who pays attention to the walls along the stairs? Especially when you’re not climbing the stairs, but are focused on the book/eReader in your hand. So when I went out for my next break, I went looking for it—and she’d added another post-it (the smaller one), “<– This is the sign.”

Very helpful.

So, yeah, that’s where I read and recharge from all the interaction with people so I have enough energy to get back to work and interact with more people.

Sure, it’s not as snazzy as some of the reading nooks you see on Instagram, Bookstr, etc. It could be more comfortable, that’s for sure. But I’ve gotta say, when the book is halfway decent, I don’t notice. That’s where the magic happens.

What about you—do you have a particular space that’s best to read in?

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Do you go back and reread the previous book before starting the sequel?

In my pre-book blogger days, yes. Almost 100% of the time—or if it was part of a multi-book ARC, I’d read everything leading up to it. Sure, that led to some imbalance—I’d know the beginning of a trilogy really well, the middle part so-so, and then the third would just get one reading (unless I got the hankering to read the whole thing in one bite).

It really helped to get some minor details refreshed, remember the character names (especially in bigger fantasy tomes), and just “prime” my mind in general for what was coming. Also, I clearly enjoyed the previous book—that’s why I was coming back for the next, and it worked as an excuse to revisit the series/author.

But that really went away once I really got into blogging, and I’d have a hard time letting myself enjoy the luxury of a re-read. That’s a whole ‘nother story, though, and not something anyone but my therapist should pretend to care about.

Over the last couple of years, however—this is largely thanks to my local library really beefing up their collections—I’ve taken to listening to a book a week or two before the sequel/next in the series releases. I get all the benefits, and since I don’t make a point of writing about every audiobook I listen to, there’s no guilt or internal pressure. I probably do this for 50% or so of the books in a series that I read, time (and availability) permitting right now.

What about you? Do you go into a sequel cold or do you need a refresher?