I’ll keep this blog post short and sweet for a few reasons:
- it’s late in Germany
- I’m completely mentally and physically shattered
- I don’t know what day it is
- I’m in my 6th hotel in 11 days
- I’m still grappling with what one clever tweeter dubbed the ‘Hand of OMG’ (if you’re not following the Westfield Matildas’ 2011 FIFA Women’s World Cup campaign, here’s the abbreviated version: the referee missed a massive and obvious hand ball in the Matildas’ game against the already controversial Equatorial Guinea)
- I still (still!) haven’t managed to get any book reading done here in Germany.
This reading drought/abstinence/whatever you call it has made me realise one thing, though: I have a book type. Just like people go for the same type of guy (the bad guy, the unavailable guy, the nice guy—ok, never the nice guy, but we really should), we go for the same types of books over and over again.
I don’t think this is as detrimental to us as always going for the guy who doesn’t treat you well. But it does mean that you don’t appreciate what the others have to offer or to find one that blows your mind in ways you never knew how.
My book type is creative non-fiction which tackles social and environmental issues, history, social science, or popular science. This means I’m constantly reading pretty serious books about global warming, human trafficking, social enterprise, or quirky social trends.
I love, love, love this genre and won’t be giving it up for nuts. But I do need to branch out a little more (particularly when it comes to getting on long-haul flights, where I need something a little lighter and easier to read in a packed cabin when I feel so claustrophobic I think I’m going to die).
Have you got any suggestions for me?