Evolution

I love to read. LOVE LOVE LOVE to read. This fits in nicely with my job as I spend about 90% of my time either reading or writing. I love to read frivolous beach reads (think Nicholas Sparks) and murder mysteries (think Phillip Margolin). But I also like to read non-fiction (for the non-bibliophiles, this means true). When I was younger, I largely devoted my time to WW2 books. I know more about the concentration camps than I should. And then I went through a phase of interest in polygamists (who in their right mind wants to be married to more than one person)? And now I find that the books on my shelf are even more varied.

I don't have any of the books from before the fire--they are somewhere in Cary in storage. But I am looking at books on faith, the financial crisis, food, politics, WW2 and biography. I love Amazon and even more, I love seeing the box arrive with the books so neatly packed inside. Sometimes I read the new book that night. Sometimes I wait for weeks or even months.

It appears that my taste in literature is not the only thing that is changing. When we bought our house five years ago, it was modernized classic. A made of style to be sure, but I'm going to imagine that you know what I mean. We had the cabinets finished in a nice distressed white. We painted the kitchen green, the dining room red, the living room cream, a guest room brown, and so on. Well, now that we have a fresh canvas, we are going transitional/contemporary. We have yanked out walls, we are painting muted shades of gray and we are looking forward to a whole new feel to the house. I hope that we NEVER have another fire, but I could get used to starting with a fresh canvas every five years -- just like starting a new book when the old one gets stale.