Books and Books and Books

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.


Filed under Books, Writing

5 responses to “Books and Books and Books

  1. I too love books. You can keep e-readers!

  2. Wendy, it’s so obvious that you’re in love with books, as I am. So I completely get what you’re talking about here. I appreciate every word you’ve written.
    I’ve decided most of the fiction books I read now will be on my iPad. But I have to tell you, there is simply no substitute for having a real book in my hands, to hold, to feel, to smell–to cherish.
    Thanks for sharing. You give voice to all of us book lovers.

  3. Teresa Cleveland Wendel

    And when you write stories, the characters become your BFF too.

  4. Chris Jordan

    I love book too!

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