Books

While reading a recent post on Mormon Mommy Wars I exclaimed to Craig.  "She totally gets me!"  My favorite date night {much to Craig's chagrin} is hanging out at Borders.  The feeling, people, smells, comfort.  I never could put into words how it makes me feel, but she did, fantastically!  Yes I'm a book hoarder.  I have stacks of books in almost every room in the house.  My night stand is always toppling over with books to read.  And I must also admit, I like to buy them.  Not check them out or borrow them, buy {however I love lending them out}.  The characters become real to me and to give them back to the library seems like abandoning my own children or a friend.  

"How can I possible describe the feeling I get when 

I’m standing in a room full of books? 

For me it’s comparable to a pair of warm wool socks, 

the security of an heirloom family quilt, 

or the fulfillment of a Thanksgiving dinner. 

Peace envelops me when I enter a library or book store. 

Bookshelves provide the perfect shelter from the static of my life. 

The spines of thousands of books become friends I haven’t met, waiting for me to invite them home, to discover their true identity. 

In a perfect world, I would wander through every row of fiction, launch into the 100s of Dewey’s wonderful decimal system and finish with biographies, 

only to begin again to make sure I didn’t miss anything."