On Sunday, when I was out walking and noticing the changing of the seasons, I started thinking about the books I've read lately. That lead me to think about the many books I've read in the past and I noticed something that I had never realized before.
Just like the world changes from season to season, my reading preferences change too.
Years ago, when I was a stay-at-home mom, I didn't read very much. When I did, it was usually some kind of romance novel, usually from Nora Roberts. The demands of motherhood kept me from being a voracious reader and I think I remember my goal was to read one book a month. Many months I did not reach that goal.
When I went back to school to get my teaching license, the only books I read were textbooks. No time for "fun" reading. This reading was pretty dry and it was pretty long. I didn't like it.
Then I became a teacher. I was eager to soak in any and all advice I could find to make myself a better teacher. Professional titles lined my shelves. Books by Ralph Fletcher, Regie Routman, Lucy Caulkins and more were always close by. I read a lot and learned a lot.
Now that I have been teaching for awhile, I notice my reading tastes have changed again. I still read professional titles, but not as many. Now, I am focused on taking in the literature that my students would enjoy. Titles by Jacqueline Woodson, Lynda Mullaly Hunt, Kate Messner, and others sit in my TBR stack. I can't read them fast enough because I am always in a rush to get them into the hands of a student whom I know would enjoy it the most.
If someone was to check out my bookshelves as an artifact of my life, they would probably be very confused by the wide range of titles and genres. But that's OK. That's what keeps life -- and reading -- interesting.
What reading season are you in right now?