I should preface this by saying I do not like running. One bit. I tried jogging sometime last year, but by the end of the second week of me dragging myself out of the house for times a week, I was done. I cast aside my running shoes with a dirty look and swore I’d never jog again.
So why do a couple of times a month I find myself either A) sprinting across campus, or B), sprinting across the street to get to another bus stop before the bus has the time to turn the corner?
Easy. Books. I’ve even done this in snow boots, which is not to be encouraged, and I’m sure I looked like I had just been hit by a car when I got on my bus because I had slipped and face planted into one of the gross slushy brown not-quite-snow-anymore patches.
I’m clearly very dignified, thank you very much.
And, yes, I could stop this from happening by not reading in the library until like five minutes before my bus is supposed to come or by actually paying attention to what time it is when I get to my bus stop, but I’m going to say it again. Books. I’m not going to be one of those awkward people on the bus who has nothing to do so they just stare at people and make everyone uncomfortable. And besides, I typically get home and have other stuff to do, and thanks to my wonderful wake-up time (five. A. M.), I’m typically in totally out by nine.
So, really, a twenty minute bus ride every day, plus the half an hour or so after class gets out but before the bus comes in my best reading time.
And so, I thought I’d share the books that caused me to (//shudder) run to catch my bus.
I also thank them for showing me I’d totally not survive in a fantasy novel. I’d probably take two steps and fall into a pond and be eaten by a kelpie (and don’t say I wouldn’t. I’ve fallen into ponds before.)
And without further ado…the list!
The Girl From Everywhere by Heidi Heilig
This book has the coolest idea and the greatest characters plus all the pretty maps.
Like a River Glorious by Rae Carson
I totally should have known not to read this before I got on the bus, knowing how much I liked the first one, but I couldn’t help it. But, the next day I left it at home so it wouldn’t happen again and my dog ate it. And it was a library book. I have pictures to prove it.
Blood For Blood by Ryan Graudin
Again, totally should have known because of how much I loved the first.
The Game of Love and Death by Martha Brockenbrough
This book was all-around fantastic (It gave me some Code Name Verity vibes), plus, I kind of ship Love and Death?
Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
I feel like I’m showing a clear pattern here. Loved the first, read the second while waiting for bus, almost missed the bus.
The First Time She Drowned by Kerry Kletter
This was the one responsible for me falling into the slush-muck. But I forgave it. Mostly.
The Swan Riders by Erin Bow
Yes, this is a sequel, but I actually liked it waaay more than I did the first, so it was a pleasant surprise.
Iron to Iron by Ryan Graudin
This is kind of cheating, because while I didn’t almost miss my bus with this one, I did almost not get off at my stop, which would have been a problem because I have no idea what the next stop is after mine.
How It Feels To Fly By Kathryn Holmes
This is another almost didn’t get off my bus book.
Long May She Reign by Rhiannon Thomas
This is the most recent book that caused this to happen, and the one that sparked this post. Meaning on Friday I had to sprint across campus because I looked at my phone and my bus came in a little under two minutes. Did I make the bus? Yes? Did I look elegant doing it? NOPE.
So, blogglings, have you ever almost missed your bus because you were reading a book? What about almost not getting off your bus? Please tell me that this is a common problem because it’s happened to me so many times it’s starting to get ridiculous.