I said to myself at the start of this year as my ‘New Years resolution’ that I was going to read one book a month. Well I’ve not quite kept that promise but I have read much more than I did last year and the year before that. So I guess that has to count for something. I am constantly reading small articles and digesting small pieces of written information but I was lacking in the novel department.
I’ve never been much of a book worm but it is something I enjoy and being older and wiser than my younger self I can see the importance in it. Reading helps us to communicate effectively. It’s about learning new words to describe feelings and being able to articulate exactly what you think. How many times have we all thought and said “I know what I want to say I just don’t know how to say it”.
I have recently completed reading “The Witches of East End” by Melissa De La Cruz. I had already seen the TV series and loved that so reading the story in its original format seemed a good idea. I loved the TV characters and longed to find out more about them in a way that only a book could satisfy.
I absolutely don’t want to give anything away so I will just say this: Overall it was an enjoyable read; I didn’t struggle with it at any point. each chapter flowed and never felt heavy. Melissa’s prose is excellent; descriptive and to the point. It all felt very natural.
Each chapter was based around one of three main characters – Ingrid, Freya and Joanna Beauchamp. It delved into what was going on in their lives and how this interconnected with the main story. I’m not usually keen on books or films where the story jumps around from character to character. I tend to want to stick with one character and find out about them but I’m slowly seeing this ‘jumping’ as a way of getting more information; a different perspective. We mostly see everything from our own point of view but it’s important to have a reality check every now and then and discover another point of view. Things we hadn’t previously considered.
Having seen the TV series I found myself constantly drawing comparisons. When I imagined the characters I thought of the actresses that portrayed them. This was distracting at first especially when the character did something that was not in the series or in the same order. I found myself needing to forget the series a bit in order to sit back and enjoy it.
It’s a well known thing when films are made from books you will hear more than one person repeat “the book was so much better” and to be honest, it usually is. Burying yourself in blanket, with a cup of tea and a book is one of the most blissful ways to pass time. I find myself enjoying what I am doing and not even thinking of the time thats past. In a world where are constantly clock-watching a bit of reading is the best kind of escapism.
Over all, I really enjoyed it. It was easy to dip in and out while I was on my way into work and I never felt lost in the story. I’m looking forward to reading more of her work and finding out what happens!