Kathleen Delaney, author of Murder Half-Baked and other books, retired from real estate to pursue writing full time. She’s here today to wonder how some of us become book lovers and others not so much.
Purebred Dead, the first in the new Mary McGill series, was released in August 2015 and Curtains for Miss Plym was released in April 2016. Blood Red, White and Blue was released in July 2017 and was a finalist for best canine book of the year in the Dog Writers of America annual writing contest. Kathleen’s newest book in the series, Dressed to Kill, was released in the UK on August 1, 2019 and in the US on November 1, 2019.
I am trying to establish a Little Free Library in my community. So far, I have made no progress. Several people to whom I have broached the idea thought it was great, but our Home Owners board has been lukewarm. Not opposed but wanting to make sure there were enough people in the community who would use it to make it worthwhile. It never occurred to me that would be a problem, that there might not be enough people who would love to have a library at their fingertips, one that never closed.
I was practically raised in a library. Both my mother and father were avid readers, I was read to from the time I could sit up, had my own library card in kindergarten and have never in my 83 years not had one book I was reading and a pile on the table waiting. It took me a long time to realize not everyone shared my love of books. Many are passionate about something else. I remember well one afternoon when we were entertaining friends and one man was regaling me with the highlights of a recent football game he had attended. He asked me, gleefully, if I had watched the game and what did I think. He stared at me for a moment when I told him I had no interest in football. “That’s not possible, he said, obviously stunned.
Exactly how I feel when I find someone who doesn’t like to read. That’s not possible. But it is.
I can’t help but wonder what shapes our passions. Did the man who loved football learn to be a fan at his father’s knee? Or because it was always on the TV and radio when he was growing up? My father also loved sports, especially baseball, but it was his love of reading and story telling that rubbed off on me. .As for baseball… I read to all five of my children from the time they also could sit up, and to the two of my grandchildren who were close enough to me that I could read to them as well. Love of books did not rub off on all of them. Maybe it has something to do with genes.
In the meantime, I wait for our next community newsletter to come out and the feedback from our local residents I am taking my own informal poll, asking my neighbors, from 6 ft away of course, what they think of the idea. Most seem enthusiastic but a few have flat out said they don’t read books. Magazines, yes, newspapers, some, social media on the computer, a lot, but books? No.
Will we get our Little Free library? I don’t know. I think if we wanted to put up a small football stadium we might have a better chance, but then again…I guess it just depends on how many football genes and how many reading genes we have.
In the meantime, if you have the reading gene and haven’t read Where the Crawdads Sing, by Delia Owens, do yourself a favor and get it.
Or, if you prefer a cozy type mystery, try one of the Kathleen Delaney mysteries. The 8th, Blood Red White and Blue, will be released by Harlequins World Wide Book Club this November, but you can read a little of all of them right here. www.kathleendelaney.net
Happy Reading, or football. Your choice.