Friday, February 26, 2010

Pick up a book already...

I've always loved libraries. (When I was little, my mother used to take us once a week, at least. I remember that once we lived across the street from a library and I was there all the time...but I digress.) My love for libraries is for some of the same reasons that I love bookstores: the smell of the books on the shelves, the quiet. As I look around at all of the volumes of knowledge on the bookcases, one thought never fails to enter my mind: 'There is so much I don't know about so much...'. It almost becomes a whimpering, desperate, pathetic cry from within. Lol...funny and nerdy, but true. When I get a new book, I pick it up and smell the pages before I start reading. I know, I know, weird.

We've got so many great libraries nearby, but I have a favorite and it's beautiful. It's made up of glass ceilings and high beams and I love it. My love of reading began at a young age, I guess I was 4. My mom tells me that I was reading in Preschool. I remember that my father's first church was in Las Vegas when I was around 4, and that we drove down the 'strip' and I was reading the signs of all the casinos as we drove down the road...pretty funny, I think.

Because we moved around so much in my childhood, sometimes it was hard to make friends. Well, more than that, it was hard to keep friends. I counted once and my family moved a total of 10 times from my preschool to senior years. Yes, that's right...10 TIMES!! How did my parents ever think that we'd be totally OK all of those years, through all of those moves?? I don't know that they did think about it much. I suppose that there is still a small modicum of resentment for it, but I also wholeheartedly believe that all of the things I went through made me who I am, for better or worse. I also have to think that my parents did what they thought they were called to do and left us in God's hands to take care of. I do believe that...or at least, that's what I have to think.

Back to the books, most of my time growing up was spent with my nose in a book. I read voraciously. Books were a lifesaver for me in tough times and I've always appreciated them for it. And when it comes to books, like movies and music, I am extremely snotty...lol. If it's not quality, forget it, I am too busy to mess with it! (Ha ha...my husband makes fun of me for this!) Although, I am a lot less snobbish about my book selections than I used to be. Having taken every literature class imaginable, there was a time that I would only read 'classics'. Over the last couple of years, I've discovered a lot of wonderful new writers (and some not-so-new ones) that have provided me with lots of hours of great reading. So, apparently I mellow out with age :)

I like that my love of reading has been passed down to my kids...mostly the girls; I'm still working on the boys :)

Viktorria is so well read and intelligent and I know that her love of reading is directly linked to this. She's a great writer and I'm not sure why she doesn't seem to want to pursue that as a career. Maybe she'll see it one day.

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