So Many Books

I have a lot of books. A LOT of books. I have schlepped them from home to home, state to state, and I have built new bookshelves to hold them all. I carry them with me on trips, and I re-buy the same book when one disappears.

Sometimes I just stare at them…enjoying each book all over again as I pass my eyes over its title. Sometimes I find a little treat hidden in a book’s pages—a receipt, a note, or a bookmark for some line I wanted to be able to find again. Often a book will bring back memories about what was going on in my life when I first read it. I don’t stop enjoying that book when I close the cover.

I never seem to have enough time for them, but they wait patiently for me to return, like good friends. I ask you, isn’t that worth a little extra work?