We keep interacting with each other, connecting—The elements and I. As I drove down the open road, lined with colorful, rustic homes, plentiful with trees and flowers, I felt that same goose bump feeling I felt the other day. I could feel the sun on my bare arm hanging out the window, while I handled the steering wheel with my right. I could feel the little hairs on my arms, not quite at a goose bump, but right before, a tingling sensation, as the sun warmed me.
I was on my way to the library to check out a few books. I arrived a few moments before they opened and noticed a book sale was going on. I usually get excited when I see library book sales, but not this time. I walked in to a crowd of people swarming, with their bags in hand, stuffing books inside, filling to the brim for only $5. I quickly peeked and saw familiar titles, but after unloading lots of books of my own these past, months, weeks—I am trying to utilize the library and my Kindle more, rather than going hog wild whenever I see cheap books. I know now that if I do that, they will only collect dust and I’m tired of collecting dust. I love library books anyway and I especially enjoy a trip to the independent bookstore or perusing the back issues of Bookmarks magazine from the library. The current issue is usually checked out.
I miss the way the old temporary library was set up while they were building the new one. It seemed that there was a more personal touch. I miss the books that they would pull out and display. It seemed that someone put great care into selecting those books, books they felt worthy of someone bumping into and reading. I found a few books that were just right for me that way.
4 comments:
Ah, Rebb, lovely post. I wish I could like you read light novels but something in me shies away, for I piously want to save myself for "important" books - like Nietzsche, which is a lot of effort sometimes. My beloved on the other hand, is constantly reading Kindle best-sellers (the cheap ones!) and it's gratifying to me, because I always wondered if she could actually read (despite her being a top-class secretary, formerly employed at a University department of languages and literatures, with a published poet for a son, and who has typed up manuscripts for famous poets & philosophers too). And she doesn't read my blog posts, unless I read them aloud to her.
So do write more about your own reading and writing, please, Rebb!
Over on mine, there is a present for you - a diary you can write in, that you install on your computer.
Oh, Rebb, reading is something so personal, we don´t have to explain it. You can tell someone is a reader not by the number of books or the kind of authors they read, but by the intensity with which they read and the importance that activity has in their life.
Readers have rights, and one of them is to read whatever they want to.
I´m so happy that a love story makes sense to you! That means you´re alive! :-)
Vincent, Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the post. I like to read different things for different moods. Ah, yes, somehow I can imagine how you would “shy away” from light novels…I tried to read Nietzche and I see you posted something on him. I must come back to your post. I feel as though I need a whole class on him. It seems he went through changes in his own philosophy, which makes it difficult to know how to approach him. I did recently download a freebie of his to my Kindle, so we will see. I’m glad you shared your beloved’s reading choices. It is interesting that she only reads your blogs when you read them too her.
I am process oriented, so I can’t help but share about what I’m reading. I also like reporting about what I’m reading because it helps me seal it in my mind.
Thank you for pointing me to your diary program. It looks beautiful.
Hi Lu, I agree that reading is personal. I enjoy exploring, thinking and feeling my way through what I read. I love the process and I enjoy writing about it. I like how you describe what a reader is. That is a perfect description. Thank you for your kind words and wisdom! :)
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