Books...
there is just something about them that I love.
Whenever I go into a book store, whether used or new or pass a book rack, I am drawn in.
It is indeed the cover art that catches my eye first, then the title, then the synopsis is what either makes it or breaks it.
Thankfully I do not have the funds to fuel the desire or else I would have the starts of my own immense library.
As it stands now I have many books that will keep me reading for many years and that is after scaling back a bit.
I have to say it was my mother that started my love of books.
She herself was a very avid reader and had many books of her own as well.
When my brother and I were young, she shooshed us out the door to walk down to the library.
Which at the time was only a few blocks away from our home.
I remember the old library, it was in an historic building and two stories.
The children's library was downstairs and the adult library was upstairs.
We were young but old enough for both sections.
The smell of the books was wonderful.
They were old and the shelves were close and there were books stacked everywhere.
It was a wonderful place.
We spent lots of time there.
There was even a rack at the top of the stairs just outside the door of the adult section that had books for sale.
They were only a quarter or fifty cents, well with in my price range.
I can remember going home not only with the books I checked out but also with my very own purchased prize.
Then the library moved a good distance away to a larger more modern facility.
I grew up and life began to take precedence over reading time.
But it was never far away.
The book store or a trip to the library would stir the flame up.
Once I had kids I would read to them and I have a book "King of the Wind" that I loved as a child that I got a copy of so I would have it for them.
On one hand they did not quite pick up the reading bug.
However they do enjoy video games that involve a lot of reading as opposed to the ones that are all action.
For Christmas last year I took the time to read them their favorite kids book "The Spooky Old Tree" onto a CD.
I also read them "Treasure Island" on a CD.
I had started it when they were little and we had never finished it.
So I gave it to them as an audiobook read by me.
10 years ago when I first started my last job I was told to bring a book to work (as when I started I just answered the phone nothing else) I found that I read three books in the first few weeks of being there.
But then I showed them I could do more and they came to depend on me more so there was no time.
Now I find I have time and I have my books.
We have rediscovered each other.
Books are a wonderful world of fascination.
In them I can travel to places I have never been or will ever go.
They take me to whole other worlds, times, places, meeting wonderful people.
A good book can make me laugh, or make me cry, it can give me inspiration or fuel my creativity.
A book is a quiet place to escape, or to curl up with on a rainy day.
Open a book, join me and lose yourself within its pages.
there is just something about them that I love.
Whenever I go into a book store, whether used or new or pass a book rack, I am drawn in.
It is indeed the cover art that catches my eye first, then the title, then the synopsis is what either makes it or breaks it.
Thankfully I do not have the funds to fuel the desire or else I would have the starts of my own immense library.
As it stands now I have many books that will keep me reading for many years and that is after scaling back a bit.
I have to say it was my mother that started my love of books.
She herself was a very avid reader and had many books of her own as well.
When my brother and I were young, she shooshed us out the door to walk down to the library.
Which at the time was only a few blocks away from our home.
I remember the old library, it was in an historic building and two stories.
The children's library was downstairs and the adult library was upstairs.
We were young but old enough for both sections.
The smell of the books was wonderful.
They were old and the shelves were close and there were books stacked everywhere.
It was a wonderful place.
We spent lots of time there.
There was even a rack at the top of the stairs just outside the door of the adult section that had books for sale.
They were only a quarter or fifty cents, well with in my price range.
I can remember going home not only with the books I checked out but also with my very own purchased prize.
Then the library moved a good distance away to a larger more modern facility.
I grew up and life began to take precedence over reading time.
But it was never far away.
The book store or a trip to the library would stir the flame up.
Once I had kids I would read to them and I have a book "King of the Wind" that I loved as a child that I got a copy of so I would have it for them.
On one hand they did not quite pick up the reading bug.
However they do enjoy video games that involve a lot of reading as opposed to the ones that are all action.
For Christmas last year I took the time to read them their favorite kids book "The Spooky Old Tree" onto a CD.
I also read them "Treasure Island" on a CD.
I had started it when they were little and we had never finished it.
So I gave it to them as an audiobook read by me.
10 years ago when I first started my last job I was told to bring a book to work (as when I started I just answered the phone nothing else) I found that I read three books in the first few weeks of being there.
But then I showed them I could do more and they came to depend on me more so there was no time.
Now I find I have time and I have my books.
We have rediscovered each other.
Books are a wonderful world of fascination.
In them I can travel to places I have never been or will ever go.
They take me to whole other worlds, times, places, meeting wonderful people.
A good book can make me laugh, or make me cry, it can give me inspiration or fuel my creativity.
A book is a quiet place to escape, or to curl up with on a rainy day.
Open a book, join me and lose yourself within its pages.
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