This morning while sipping on my coffee using THAT CUP you see above, I was reading Shelf Awareness and reading some of the stories that surround World Book Night. I enjoy reading about the reluctant readers who received a book this past week and who are curiously (hopefully excitedly) cracking open that book and falling into a story.
I love that imagery of “falling in” because that has happened to me so many times before. 😀
As I sit here this morning ignoring the clock and the fact that I still need to do my 4 minute express workout before prepping for my day (a promise I made to myself), I think back over my history with books.
Books have pretty much always been there for me although I do not come from a family of readers. Neither my mom or my dad were readers, I only had my sister for 5 years and during that time she was not a reader…. I wonder now if she would have loved books the way I did and the way I do….
As a child – I think life circumstances brought me to books. I was an only child until the age of 7 with two working parents. People didn’t travel then as much as they do now and I found my way around the world through books. As a kid it was Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and The Little House On The Prairie Books. As middle grade it was more like Judy Blume (there was not a lot of great choices for middle grade and YA then like there is now).
I remember I fell away from books in High School when life was BUSY and homework, friends and boys called my name… when I had my first real job and driving was suddenly an option.
After High School when I was living on my own and holding down a job I went back to books and stayed there through my twenties finding Dean Koontz, and Stephen King to my liking for mysteries and crazy suspense…. I think I dropped off a bit as the boys became involved in sports and boy scouts … and then back again as they became involved in their own lives and branched out… by then I was in the Bookies and book doors had opened wider than I ever thought they would.
The cool thing about book clubs I think you will agree, is that you will read a book that you may never have chosen for yourself or by yourself. Book Clubs stretch our reading and boy… .mine did that for me! I love watching people come into our book club with a “I do not read this, and I won’t read that….” and months later they are reading this and that and enjoying it.
Books change people.
Well… the rest of my book life is history. Books led me to book club, book club led me to blogging, blogging led me to you fellow readers, and book expos and author events and well….
That’s my train of thought this morning. Books are amazing. Readers are amazing. It’s almost like we take on an extra dimension in our way of thinking in our way of relating….
ahhhhh….. books 😀