HA! Change that – reading is a passion for me. It’s a trait my family revels in and I can see it’s been passed down to the next generation. Oh, how that gladdens me! My two youngest nieces seem to always be near a book if they aren’t on the phone texting their friends. Their mom, my youngest sister is way too busy being a mom to really sit down and just read, but believe me she has her favorites, too. My other sister likes books by Anita Shreve, but she, too, is working a full-time job. Me, I’m retired – and the oldest. Just means more reading for me.
My favorites run the gamut from chick-lit to true crime and everything in between. I figure at the rate books are being published these days, and no matter how long I live, I could read a book a day and never, ever be bored. I have a Kindle, an iPod, and a laptop, all for my ebooks, but there’s just something about holding that physical entity in my hand that makes me smile. What’s between those pages? How do they get from the title page to the end? What kind of journey am I taking with this author and is this author one I want to become good friends with, as in — buy every one of their books!! Aiyiyi. The pocketbook pain.
My husband built me three beautiful bookcases several years back, but they’re full. He broke down and bought me a nice one from one of those box stores, but it’s full, too. I need another one. His argument goes that I don’t need a new bookcase, I just have to get rid of some of my old books. My argument goes you just don’t willy-nilly get rid of books. There’s a relationship that’s like strands of silk – easily made, hard to break, especially if I’ve read them more than once!! I told him to get rid of all his golf clubs just to show me how it’s done. Oh, if looks could kill….
So. If I could have a wish for you, all things considered, I’d wish for you a love of reading. To paraphrase Dr. Seuss, oh, the places you can go and the things you can see!