Books, Books and More Books
It’s amazing how long I can scour the shelves for just the right books, rummage through multiple titles of my favorite authors, scan the shelves for new reading possibilities and still want more time when the allotted time is up. We had a three-hour maximum for our parking space some five or six blocks away and I was surprised when I discovered two hours had already passed. By that time I’d only been able to visit the journal section, the reference section for writers and the mystery section…as well as the café where I purchased a Chai tea and a very delicious ginger molasses cookie.
Many might say it’s in the way we’re brought up but I would have to disagree with that idea. I found I loved books at a very early age and I’ve been a reader ever since. It’s just something I took a liking to and I never turned away from. As I raised my sons, they were both always surrounded by my books and my need to read and as they learned to read, I enjoyed taking them to the bookstore and letting them pick out their own books. Both my boys were brought up the same way…I enjoyed reading to them when they were young, making it a routine to let them choose a book so I could read to them every night before they went to bed. When they were both in grade school and had to earn their AR points, I made sure they were both on task and reading at least twenty minutes every day. I believe they both enjoyed the quality time as we read books together. But around middle school is where I believe the fork in the road came about. One of my boys took one road, while the other decided on another path. One of my boys loves to read books as much as I do, while the other will only look at a book if it’s something he’s tasked to do. Both have bookshelves in their rooms but while one is loaded with books, the other is full of school yearbooks and sports trophies.
While I also have other outlets to get through the day, to let off steam or to end each day on a positive note, I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have books, to notalways be in the middle of a book and now, to not be writing a book.
I can’t wait to go back!