I’d never really given much thought to my first read of the year, other than being happy when it turned out to be a particularly good book. Last year I started with Great House, which was unfortunate, since I thought it was a bit of a dud. And then the rest of the year turned out to be a bit of a dud, too (although I did go on to read some especially wonderful books. Oh, and the trip to Boston was fun. But overall? Not a year I want to repeat.)
So when Sheila talked about how her first book of the year had to be just the right book, I decided she was onto something, and that I was going to read something that would reflect the tone I wanted the rest of my year to take. I stared long and hard at the shelves and finally decided on:
A book about the Happiest Place on Earth? Yes, please. And there’s travel? Now we’re really talking. Plus, I remembered that it was sent to me by Trisha, one of my favorite bloggers. So I’d found a book that reflected my desire to be happy and travel. And the fact that I would be reading this particular book at this particular time because of Sheila and Trisha made me feel even more connected to this blogging community that I love.
And while the book won’t go down as my favorite travel memoir of all time, it still ended up being the perfect reading start to 2012. There was lots of talk about happiness (although I’m not really convinced Bhutan is on a path to sustain that happiness they spout), and being happy with your own life (which I am, despite my complaints (because complaining can be fun, in its own cathartic way (just like parentheses are fun))), and I learned some interesting stuff about the teensy weensy kingdom of Bhutan (always a bonus in reading, as far as I’m concerned).
And even though I’m not superstitious and I don’t believe in woo-woo stuff, I am going to take this reading experience as a good omen for the year and think of it as my talisman for the year to come. Happiness! Travel! Good blogging friends! Bring it all on!!
(Except then I went over to the Shelf of Doom to pick my next read*, because I want to get started on the TBR Pile Challenge, and I realized that all the books I picked are such downers. Either that or they’re 50 bajillion pages long. What was I thinking?!?)
(*I ended up choosing The Memory of Love, because it has a purty cover, and purty covers make me happy. Hah…I can so make this work.)