Over the weekend, I purchased several new books. A few are newly published and are now sitting on one of my to read stacks and a few were used and will be added to one of my many contemporary author collections.
As I was looking through my reading stacks today I just felt the need to share my love of books with others. I have always had this strong connection to reading. I have books stacked all over my house. I carry books in my cars just in case I get stuck in traffic or have to wait in the car for someone I might be able to read for a few minutes.
I generally take a book or two to dinner with me, on airplanes, on the beach, on hikes, and even on walks, I might have to take a short break to catch my breath and it makes for a good time to read. Much to my husband's despair, I have to pack one bag with my books when we travel.
I don't how I would react if I suddenly found that I could no longer read. My father-in-law made a comment one time when he was staying with us that I have books in every room of the house including the kitchen and the basement.
I had a stack of cookbooks in the kitchen. At the time, my washer and dryer were in the basement so of course I had to have a bookshelf there so that I could grab a book to read while waiting on a load of laundry to finish.
My father-in-law also asked if I had read most of the books. What a silly question. I have read all or part of every book I own. The only exceptions are the sci-fi books that my husband reads and collects. I read some of the genre but not a lot of it.
I love the feel, the smell, holding them, turning the pages, and all of the physical aspects of books. But, the thing I love the most are the words, the story, the problem, the solution, the questions and the answers, the fantasy and the reality that books bring to one's mind.
It's the beginning, the middle, and the end that makes every book a worthy read. I love books, I love to read, and I'm not afraid to profess those facts to the world.