Something’s happened, there’s been a shift again. I think it started by picking colors for our house and imagining a reading room in my head. Picturing colors, touching fabrics, something stirred and I found myself opening an already packed box of yet-to-be-read books.
Devoured “Defending Jacob” in 2 nights.
Read 3 Reader’s Digest and 5 Oprah Magazines the next. Stayed up too late last night reading this:
Books take me back to my prairie childhood; Mom helped me get a Library card when I was very young, about 7 (I’m sure she had to co-sign for me). The Bookmobile arriving to our little prairie town was cause for celebration; Book Fairs made my mouth water. I’d buy adventure books, books in a series, fact-finding books, anything books. I still love the smell of a book, and being in a library calms me.
I spent my teens reading Stephen King (“It” – gak I hate clowns) and Peter Benchley (Jaws made me think twice about swimming in the lake at night) and Jacqueline Susann (Valley of the Dolls) or Jean M. Auel’s “Clan of the Cave Bear” series. I devoured my sister’s magazines, Seventeen, Glamour and Cosmopolitan.
It’s no wonder that when I feel life closing in, I retreat to books.
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” ― Charles William Eliot
How about you? Can you relate? Did your town have a Bookmobile? What are you reading now? What does your “dream room” look like?