I’m about to take off for my (somewhat dreaded) holiday. For the next week or so there will be crickets and tumbleweeds here, I’m afraid. I don’t even have a post scheduled. *gasp* Standards are slipping here, seriously.
My Kindle and tablet are loaded with books I thought I might want to read. It’s the first time I actually remembered to do this and usually end up at the airport, not being able to connect to their wi-fi and having to set up some hot spot, unable to download stuff, which is super annoying.
To prepare for all kinds of moods too, I queued up a few different books. Already took a sneak peek into The Mother-In-Law, and damn… It’s addictive, guys! At the same time, does reading about a weird, potentially dysfunctional family such a good idea when meeting my own, somewhat weird family?
Liane Moriarty is consistent, and I just know, whatever she writes, I’ll enjoy. Indigo Hill is yet another book filled with family secrets and some explosion.
Until the Day I Die tells a story of a mother and daughter duo, filled with suspense and mystery. Again, probably not such a wise choice when my own nerves are quite jittery already.
I’m kind of sensing a theme here because my next pick was The Swimming Pool and it’s about a woman who is terrified of some dark memories surfacing from the past. These past few days I’ve been lying in bed at night, recalling all the places in my town where something weird and embarrassing to me. It’s kind of a stupid thing to do, so I don’t recommend it.
I think my subconscious is toying with me for real.
When all else fails, I might just resort to good old murder mysteries. After all, travelling surely can’t be as bad as being murdered. Am I right?
What about you, guys? Do you read differently when you are on holiday compared when you are at home?
Do you have a go-to “holiday genre”?