Okay, I love reading. According to my mother, I taught myself how to read books when I was about two years old. The doctor diagnosed me as hyperlexic, which is the opposite of dyslexia. When I was a child, I didn't like to read fiction books until I discovered the Harry Potter series, which I fell in love with.
Anyway, I've been reading quite a few books over the past year or so. The first book I read, or should I say re-read, was the seventh installment of the Harry Potter series, entitled Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I basically locked myself up in my room and read straight through the 759 pages in two days flat. Like I said in my previous journal, I can't wait for WWoHP to open!
I also fell in love with a particular author, Neil Gaiman, particularly with his book American Gods. This book had me from the start, and it was very gripping, if not obsessively intriguing, until the very end, where there is a major plot twist that I never saw coming. I also read Neverwhere, which is also by Gaiman, but I didn't like it as much. I mean, it was a great book and all, and very well written, but it wasn't my type of book. I guess you could say that' I'm pretty particular on what kinds/subjects of books I read. Heck, I bought a third Neil Gaiman book, called Good Omens, and wound up leaving it unfinished becuase I wasn't entirely interested in the story plot (for the record, it took me about a month to get through the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, when I was like ten years old).
I also kind of got into some of Stephen King's works. Although I find the basic plot of all of his books to be kind of redundant, they still kind of intrigue me. I originally read Pet Semetery when I was about thirteen years old or so, and I really liked it. However, my mother forbid me to read more of King's work because of the anxiety that I get at night (I've had this anxiety for my entire life, and still have it). But now that I'm an adult, I feel as if I can make my own choices as to what I can read or can't. So, I went out and purchased Insomnia, and blew through that in about a month or so. I'm pretty sure I read another one of King's books too, but the title has slipped my mind for the time being....
I also found extreme intrest in Dr. Jan Garavaglia's book, entitled How Not to Die. I personally think that everybody should read this book, because it gives a lot of tips to prolong your life, and a lot of examples of how stupid decisions can lead to your early demise. It's a great book, but I kind of wish there were illustrations in there of the cadavers.
I'm reading a rather interesting series of books right now, by Mary Roach. The first, entitled Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, was recommended to me by both my english teacher and a very close personal friend. I simply adored this book! It kept me in stitches the entire time, and presented its highly researched and educational material in a comical way. It was simply stunning. I'm currently reading her second book "Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife", and so far it's great. I am also looking forward to reading her third book, "Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex". Aah, Mary Roach picks the most interesting topics... not to mention that I'm head over heels for her writing style and overall wit/snarkiness.
From there, I'm probably going to try to get a copy of Jessica Mitford's The American Way of Death to read. And, if you didn't figure it out by now, if I don't become a veternarian for some odd reason or another, I'm going to become a medical examiner for humans. I've had a morbid fascination with death (no pun intended) for years; my mother can recall me asking to witness an autopsy from my early childhood. I don't think death is "sick" or disgusting at all, I think that the subject is very fascinating. A lot of what we know now, as far as the medical community is concerned, has been learned through studying dead bodies and their organs/limbs/parts/etc. Personally, I'm going to donate my brain to the Harvard Brain Bank, where it can hopefully be used for autism research. I'd also might like to have myself plastinized with a tiger or a cetacean and be put on display somewhere, say in the American Museum of Natural History.... that is, if I get famous.