Thursday, April 24, 2014

A Room Without Books

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Cicero

This would never be a problem in a bookjunkie’s house. We are more likely to hoard books because you never know when you might want to read them again. And we do read many of them again. But that’s a post for another time.

Growing up, our house was never bookless/soulless nor was it ever in danger of being so. My Grandma Nell was a reader. And a teacher before she married. I wonder now if books were her time-out from being a farmer’s wife and mother of nine children. Did she slip between the pages whenever she had a moment to call her own, losing herself in the people and places waiting there? My father was the youngest of those nine children, so I was still quite young when Grandma Nell died. Too young to ask questions like that.

What I do remember are the boxes of books that came to live in her room; books salvaged from the closing of the small, rural school down the road. Those books drew me like a sleuth to a mystery. Cracking the code of reading opened their covers, spilling their secrets into my mind and heart. I became addicted to reading. I became a bookjunkie—craving my next book like a druggie craves the next fix. To this day, if there are no other demands on my time (or when I want to ignore those demands), my nose is in a book. And you will find books in every room of my house. Yes, even the bathroom. When it comes to books, I’m definitely a multi-tasker.  

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Welcome Friend

As you might have guessed from the lack of content, this is blog still in its formative stage. Please remain patient while it pulls itself up and takes its first steps.