I love books. Confession: I love books more than people. Note, not more than most people, more than people, period. Unless we share DNA this is unabashedly true. I have skipped out of formal dinners to read in bathrooms. I’ve ducked out of weddings to finish a good book. Indeed, I have read books half naked while having various medical procedures completed. At any given moment, I would rather be reading than doing almost anything else.
There is a shared language of readers. Either you speak it or you don’t. I won’t judge the car you drive or the house you live in, but if you’re not a reader, well… we don’t speak the same language. Non-readers, you can stop reading this post now. Readers, carry on.
I can talk books for hours. Can you? Do you remember the first delicious all-nighter you spent with a book? I was 12 and it was Emily of New Moon. I had loved my Trixie Belden adventures, Sweet Valley High was fun, but Lucy Maud Montgomery knocked my 11-year old self on my ass. THIS was poetry! I’ve since read all of her books again, and, while enjoyable, it’s like an old boyfriend, great memories, but distance. You have the right books for specific times in your life, just like people.
I like big books and I cannot lie… Actually, I read classics. I read trashy novels. I read medical studies. I’ll read the back of cleaning bottles in a bathroom if there isn’t anything else to be found. A reader must read, just like a true runner must run. “Books wash away from the soul the dust of every day life.” Sorry, Pablo, I just jacked your quote there. Art is wonderful. Beautiful writing is art.
I buy books because I love to see all of my mini adventures lined up on my shelves. It’s tangible and it feels better to me to hold a book than an e-reader. Mostly though, I love to share my books. What better gift to give than something that has resonated and touched your soul? It’s no small thing to share a great book. It’s you extending yourself saying, “I loved this, I hope you do, too.”
The right book at the right time is magic. Share your favorite with another. Tell me yours.
Keep sharing moxie.
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Did I ever tell you that my daughter is named after the Emily in Emily of New Moon? Have you read any Fredrik Backman yet?
I didn’t know that about Emily! My daughter’s middle name is Anne with an e. Yes!! I ugly cried at the end of “A Man Called Ove”. I read “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry” too, but Ove totally wheedled his way into my heart.
Ugh, I didn’t realize you responded. Is there a way to change my notifications so I see those? Oh hey, look at that box I can click down there.
I was so in love with Ove that I was scared to read “Grandmother” in case I didn’t like it as much.
I had the entire Trixie Belden series as a kid! I loved those books so much. She was much more interesting than Nancy Drew, in my opinion. They’re all out of print now, alas.
Actually they started re-releasing the first books of the Trixie Belden series a few years ago. (I told you I’m a book nerd!). You’d still have a harder time finding the later titles in the series though. I’d be happy to share some of my duplicates though, I buy one anytime I see them. It’s a bit ridiculous, but “there’s no shame in my game”, right?!? 🙂