Today I'm pleased to welcome 'Ally Malinenko' to 'The Story Factory Reading Zone'. I really enjoyed reading Ally's book '
Lizzy Spear and the Cursed Tomb'. I also hear that Ally is an avid reader, so she should fit in well here.
Welcome Ally:
About Ally
Hi. I’m Ally.
I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is
horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and
some stuff not.
I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered.
I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died.
I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote
a novel. Rumor has it, it got published. But I don’t believe rumors.
And you shouldn’t either.
You Have to Read This Book
The book to read is not the one that thinks for you
but the one that makes you think
-Harper
Lee
People get really hung up on the answer to the question “What
do you do?” We love to ask that. What do you? What do you do? The answer for
most people 9 times out of 10 is what they do for a living. What brings in the
money. What keeps a roof over their head. And that makes sense. But that’s what
you do for a job. It’s not really what you do.
If I answered that question seriously, I would say I was a
reader. It’s easily my favorite way to pass time. Maybe it’s being an
introvert. Maybe it’s cause I started reading at a very young age and never
stopped. Maybe it’s cause I’m a junky for the printed word. The library in my
hometown was about the size of most people’s living room but to me, there was
nowhere else I wanted to go on a weekend. When my mother would take me to the
Big Library a few towns up, one that had more than one floor, I nearly fainted.
The fact of the matter is nothing is better than a book.
They’re perfect. Compact. Lightweight (well, unless you’re reading Proust), and
everyone takes from them a different experience, a different set of sensations.
Love it or hate, a book changes you. I think if you rounded up all the other
forms of life distractions, (internet, movies, television, games, etc) books
would still win by a knockout.
They’re full of magic and memory and dreams and intrigue and
laughter and sadness and heartbreak. I think if you could physical hold a soul,
it would be in the shape of a book.
Even the places that house books are magical. How many hours
can be spent wandering around a bookstore? I cannot recall ever walking into a bookstore
and being alone. How many chances are there to pick up a story that will change
your life? What other object do we speak about with that level of passion? To
say, ‘this book changed my life’ is a common expression. How often do we ram
them into the hands of friends and family, begging them to read, please you
have
to read this?
I read a book this year that describes perfectly the
sensation of falling in love, with all the necessary anxiety and helplessness
and joy and laughter and delight. (Eight White Nights by Andre Aicman)
I read a book this year that left me adrift in a boat facing
the very reality of my impending death (Heart of the Sea by Nathan Philbrick).
I read a book this year that taught me that inside the
dimension of spacetime is another little curled up world called the Calabi-Yau
manifold (Elegant Universe by Brian Greene).
Every one of those books has changed me. Because that’s what
books do. They are the only true magical thing I have ever encountered.
So tell
me, what did you read?