I relied so heavily on the library for my fix. I had a few books of my own, but at the point that I would finish one book per day, I hardly ever got new books from the elusive bookstore or the even more sought after school book fair. Remember those tissue paper thin book order forms from school? I would read and reread them, only to be careful not to ask for any, as dealing with the disappointment of not getting a book or series was far too great for my little heart. Oh, and boxed sets were stuff my dreams were made of. Birthday money one year went to a huge book containing all of the works of the Bronte sisters. Not a good choice, the book was so large and unwieldy.
And now? Now I have discovered thrifting for gobs of books, trading for books, the sweet satisfaction of being able to come home from the bookstore with a new book or two. I am always sure to visit the local bookstore wherever we travel and add one to my collection. My son is lucky enough to have books from every trip we have ever been on.
|our poor books are in "temporary" chaotic housing right now|
Books transform minutes, days, entire lives. Have you ever seen someone learn to read? Watched their face as the lines become letters, the letters become words, the words become art, learning? The moment of sweet clarity.
Oh, and I married a literature major. Coincidence?