As the title suggests, I will be discussing my love of books. If books bore or offend you, I suggest switching to the thoroughly entertaining post about the time when I couchsurfed in New York City.
I have loved books for as long as I can remember. Even as a child, I distinctly remember the thrill that came from receiving a book as a gift. I relished the opportunity to turn the pages and immerse myself in the world that they contained. And to this day, I still experience joy each time I open a new book. Wow, this has taken a much more nostalgic turn than I originally planned. I should probably give you some context for why I am writing so enthusiastically about inanimate objects.
Tonight’s post was prompted by a photo that my friend Adam took today. He was wanting to try out a new camera lens and asked if I would be willing to be the subject a few shots. (Ok, ok, the truth is that I excitedly volunteered to be his test subject because I wanted a new Facebook profile picture). Anyway, we ended up taking some photos in front of my bookcase and seeing all of the titles at eye level made me realize just how much books have played a role in my life. In honor of this, I want to use this post to highlight some of my book milestones. These are not exhaustive, but they touch on some of my most memorable book experiences.
The book that I read until the cover fell off | The Horsemasters by Don Stanford
The book that made me cry my eyes out | A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
The book that made me laugh like an idiot in public | Bossypants by Tina Fey
The book that made me want to leave a legacy | Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
The book that made me want to listen to more of my Dad’s favorite musicians | Boys in the Trees by Carly Simon
The book that I stayed up most of the night to finish | 11/22/63 by Stephen King
The book that pushed me to write more | Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert
The book that made me thankful for my Mom’s love of reading | The End of Your Life Book Club by Will Schwalbe
The book that intimidates me the most | War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Speaking of the book that intimidates me the most…I figured that this would be the best time to say which book I will be reading to fulfill my goal of reading a book that intimidates me. I have wanted to read a book by Tolstoy for quite some time, but I have always been scared off by the long, Russian nature of each tome. But this is the year that I am going to look that unease in the face and read a massive book that is regarded as one of the top classic works of literature.
So there you have it, a post that contains not only a snippet of a walk down memory lane but also the jumpstart to what could be one of my most time-consuming goals. If you stuck with me through this entire rambling post, I want to thank you because this is the product of an exhausted person writing whatever comes to their mind.