As an awkward , anxious child I didn’t have very many friends and the ones I did have were more frenemies than anything else. Don’t you dare feel sorry for me because A. looking back I preferred it that way. Its only in hindsight that I can see I only ever felt bad because other people thought there was something wrong with it. And B. I had books!
Lots and lots of books! When money was flush, my mother would take me to the bookstore and buy me anything I wanted and then some! When money was tight, there was the library. We made weekly trips and I was left to my own devices and allowed to bring home as many books as I could carry, in whatever subject or skill level I desired. I was reading trashy romance novels in grade 5, ha!
Books became my best friends and my best educators. Seriously, books did more for my intelligence than the public school system ever did.
Do I have a favourite book? That is a hard thing to declare. For years I’ve said The Witching Hour by Anne Rice was my favourite book. I read that thing with intense focus and appreciation in the weeks following the birth of my son. Then I read it over and over again. The story so capitvating to 20 year old me. It gave me something other than BABY to think about and I really needed that.
I’ve since read it again as a 40 year old and think I’ve outgrown it. Especially a lot of the questionable parts. It still holds a very special place in my heart though and of course I’m so grateful for it!
I read so many books in a year that it takes something really special to stick in my brain and stay there. I rarely buy books – they would take over my house in no time! – so if a book does make it to my book shelf, you know it’s special to me.
I have a lot of Buddist-y books, my favourite being this:
This one is excellent in a crisis!
And I have a lot of LIttle House-y books. My favourite being this:
I have a few novels.
And a few books about women
And finally, I have a few more kids books
One of the coolest things about books, I’ve discovered in my later years are … BOOK Clubs!
The very first thing I ever went to, by myself, on my own, was a book club!
I then went on to start a book club with a friend which we axed last year – There ended up being only three of us on a consistent basis, which does not a book club make-but now we’re all in a library run one together and its all good. I really like how the members are all so different from one another. How they bring a view unique to them and their experiences to the whole thing.
PLUS, there’s always the potential to make new friends and gain valuable insights into your own life.
I think book clubs are really just a front for connection.
I love and appreciate books so much, I got a book tattoo done on my leg! How’s that for dedication? 🙂
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I always say ” Books saved my life.” and I mean that.
What do books mean to you?