This picture is not one of my book collection. But it certainly could be. I cleaned up my desk this morning and removed a dozen or so books that I’d finished reading but hadn’t put away. Except where is this place called “put away”? My shelves are full. Well, overfull really. This is why stacks of books begin appearing on my desk, on the floor, beside my bed, and any other place that I can find.
Oh, the joy!
If there is anything that brings instant happiness in my world, it would be books and books and books.
I have made so many friends in the pages of the books I’ve read. Because everyone knows Anne Shirley and Scarlett O’Hara and Katniss Everdeen are real people. I am on BFF terms with all of them. It’s true.
I know people who don’t understand this fascination with books. They don’t get why someone would actually read a book if they didn’t have to. Isn’t that weird? Yeah, it’s weird.
I have nothing profound or philosophical to tell you today. I just wanted to say that I love books.
But you already knew that.