Few things in life provide me with the exquisite happiness that reading does, assuming what I am reading is one hell of a book, and anyone who considers themselves a reader can arguably attest to my statement. Sure, television shows and films are also great, but I can’t seem to lose myself and disassociate while watching something to the same extent I do while reading.
I started reading regularly from a pretty young age, and I immediately fell in love with the fantasy genre. The Harry Potter books undoubtedly prompted my raging interest in fantasy, and I’m certainly not mad about it, because fantasy remains my favourite genre of books to read today.
If you had told me, however, when I was younger, that there would come a time at which I decided to stray from the fantasy lane, I would have been more likely to believe that pigs could fly. Joining a book club last year was one of the best things I ever did for myself in the context of reading, because through it, I have been exposed to genres I never would have explored otherwise, and I’m finding that I truly enjoy a lot of them.
One genre, in particular, I did not foresee possessing the potential to become a close second to fantasy books is historical fiction. Kristin Hannah is to thank for this, because many of her books are classified as historical fiction, and others include thrillers, mysteries and romances, if done tastefully.
It is rather easy to unknowingly fall into a book rut, and, furthermore, to do so without intent. It makes sense that we tend to gravitate towards genres we know we already enjoy, seeing as they’re familiar and comforting in a sense. But allow me to remind you that there is a real possibility that there are other genres out there, waiting for you to discover that will bring you as much happiness as your original preference.
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