I spent a very lazy day yesterday reading and lounging in front of the fireplace. It was a spectacular day which I enjoyed no end. It was very energizing. The books I read were Dragon in the Driveway (young adult book), Libraries of Ancient Times, and Lady Knight. The libraries one is a non-fiction and I read a chapter or so in it. The other two were fiction and exceedingly enjoyable. I laughed and cried with the books.
The other day at work I listened as a woman explained she could not read books because of her learning disability. This is such sadness. I think of all the books I have and read. I would be lost without my books.
I was reading Lady Knight last night and forced myself to put the book down because it was 11:30 and I had to work today. I only had another 120 pages but I wanted to thoroughly enjoy the ending of this book. I finished it off tonight and did just that.
Reading takes me away from everything. If done right it can make me laugh, cry, and ache for the characters to win through to their goal. It doesn’t really matter the genre if it is well written it can move me. For those who don’t get to read or won’t read – I feel sad that they don’t know the pleasure I know in reading.
Tonight I’ve finished Lady Knight and there are two more lovely fictional books to read but I’ll be good and go to bed. I’ve got my book on ancient libraries to read during lunch tomorrow. I’m almost done with that book. Then I have the Gerda Lerner book on the Creation of Patriarchy. The non-fiction books make me think. They don’t necessarily transport me to a different time and place (well that depends) but they make me think about the topics covered. I think this is why it takes me so long to read them – I need time to digest all that I take in.
I realized today as I was packing up at work and thinking about reading tonight that I was actually still reading three books – the two non-fiction and the one fiction. Now I’m down to two and thinking I need more. I must be sick or something….