Here in Chicagoland, we are currently experiencing what can be best described as a phenomenon. We're not even halfway through March and it's been in the upper 70's for the past two days.
It usually snowing around this time.
So as I've been lucky enough to wear skirts to work and leave my jacket at home, driving around with the windows down, I've been thinking about how my reading choices seem to be reflecting the weather as of late.
To say I've been reading my fair share of dystopian and dark fantasy for the last month or so is a bit of an understatement. I reread all three Hunger Games novels in anticipation of the upcoming movie. I devoured Legend by Marie Lu. I inhaled The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices. None of these are books for the faint of heart, nor exactly do they invoke a lot of images of sunshine, rainbows, and relaxation. They're tense. They're gritty. They can be as gray as a winter sky.
It could be that I just want to mix it up a little, but I feel like this current infusion of sunshine is one of the reasons I found myself picking up The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight and why I'm eyeing my copy of Lola and the Boy Next Door on my bookshelf, wanting to reread it. These are contemporary, lighter fiction that the covers and titles alone make me want to go "aw!" Next on my to-read list is Please Ignore Vera Dietz which is back to being more serious, but there's no evil government aspect
Anyway, this is my book thought of the day, blog readers. Is there a correlation between the weather and your reading choices? Or do you bust out your favorite beach reads year round?
Comments welcome and as always, happy reading!