I love to read…
If you don’t know me by now…I have a confession…I love books. I love to read.
I adore books and not the Kindle type, but the books, you can still hold in your hands and stuff in a bag and write notes on the side and highlight and have hubby wonder why the luggage bag feels like it was packed with bricks, and you don’t have the heart to tell him, that half it’s weight is due to books to be read on the plane, at the hotel, on the way home…….
Yes…I love books that much.
Every so often (which is often), I check a book out of the library or maybe from a friend/or family referral, buy a book, or just come across a title somewhere that sounds good and take a chance and order the book to read, to love and to add on an already strained library.
It’s worth it.
A book doesn’t need to be recharged.
The power can go out; The candle can be lit and the book can be read.
If there are bugs, it can be use to whack the bug, clean the cover, and continue reading, but no matter what, it serves so many purposes.
There is something about holding a book in your hand and just opening the pages and feeling that instant connection or desire to just throw the book away.
It’s timeless…and it’s always been around.
I pray and hope I can encourage my kids to love books as much as I do and the excitement they get when we go to the library or a book arrives in the mail is worth it.
I told hubby, the hard part is that, as frugal as we try to be, books is something I can’t give up.
I seriously search and research and wait with baited breath to try and get the cheapest, most inexpensive books I possible can order, so I can still have them to read over and over and over and to keep treasuring.
There’s always a stack of books by my bed.
That’s my signature.
So…………….there you go….I love books…a lot.
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