The Gift of a Good Story

As a Christmas gift to myself, I am reading. Whole novels. Big ones. Little ones. And drinking cups of coffee while they are still hot. Yes, there is still work to be done, but for chickens and family to feed, most of it is less important than stilling my mind of anxiety and diving into story.

Yep, that was a cheesy way to introduce Matt De La Pena’s The Living. The writing is, of course, superb, and the characters people in which to believe. If you like apocalypse and politics and romance, you won’t go wrong with this, the first book in a series…or maybe a miniseries.

Here’s a sample:

“He did nothing more than tread water in the dark for several minutes, battling his own thoughts. What if he was stranded for good? Nothing to eat or drink, no one there when he died? What if he never saw anything but water again? He felt like he’d been shown the truth of the world. The absolute power it held. People just meaningless specks that came and went as easily as flipping a switch.”

You want something a little sweeter? Read Wishtree by Katherine Applegate. I cried. I don’t care much for tearjerkers, but this beautiful little story made me feel cozy and hopeful. Yeah, and I want my own wishtree.