It is the dead middle of my summer break and I’ve finally found that I remember who I am: a writer. It takes me about a month to detox from the crazy school year, but now that I have, I am diving into the world of the written word.
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Ah, The Sweet Smell of a Good Book!
I have to admit that to me, there is nothing that smells as sweet as the smell of a new book. It can be fresh off the shelf of a bookstore, musty from the library or passed along by a good friend, but the anticipation in combination with the warm, word-filled pages, fills me with happiness. For me, real books are more desirable than their high-tech cousins, though on the treadmill, I really appreciate the iPad’s flat ability to stand on the small provided ledge, the ease of turning the pages with the flick of my finger and especially the ability to make the print really large, and there is something nice about being read to while driving about in the car via books on tape, but real books will always be my favorite.
I often long for the entrance into another world, a journey that takes me away from reality and into another reality with new friends and problems to solve. I will read almost any book, any genre, but my favorites are the novels with characters aching to become my forever friends. It is for this reason that I was filled with glee when I opened up my email this morning and saw an email from the public library announcing that a book was being held for me. I had been number 300 something on the waiting list and had almost forgotten that I had placed the hold on this book:
but now it is in my hands, all 292 pages wrapped in a lovely turquoise blue cover. I have to smile that the author’s name, Aimee, is mine spelled in the fancy way I always wished for. A kinship already! So tonight, everything is on hold. Tonight I am cuddling up on the sofa for a much-needed escape to places unknown. I can’t wait!
P.S. If you are reading this, please post a comment with your current favorite read!
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I suddenly realize that the reason I cannot get things done is because I am a literary magnet. I am heading towards the end of my three-week winter break and I am looking around at a house with tables covered with papers, remnants of the past holiday in the form of scented pine cones in baskets, a credenza that refuses to show its surface and various environmentally friendly bags hanging randomly on knobs of all sorts. The conclusion I have come to is that the reason I am not successfully cleaning my house, organizing my papers and clearing surfaces is because I cannot stop reading.
I am hopelessly addicted to books, beautifully and artistically stacked on my side table, my desk, my night table and the credenza, and am reading 3 concurrently, but it does not end there because I have a mirad of magazine articles I have saved to read and my latest addiction: Blogs. It is such a treat to read the musings of so many wonderful writers, like small appetizers that fill up my time while I await my main course of one of the books tempting me. I am hopeless and cannot stop! I am staying up way too late and have had to buy a small reading light to allow my husband to sleep while I read into the wee hours. Sadly, some people have to get up and go to work.
I am beginning to panic at the thought of going back to work next week as I have totally adapted to life in the pages. Luckily the reading inspires writing so I am not falling too far behind in that area, but I worry about the panic I am likely to feel Sunday night as I realize I didn’t carry out the household tasks I listed at the beginning of the break. Life is short though, and time well-spent reading is my dessert.
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