Truth be told, I can’t remember a time when I couldn’t read, when there wasn’t a bunch of books on a shelf in my room, or when there wasn’t a book sitting beside my bed, waiting to be read by myself or to me as a bedtime story. For as long as I can remember, I have always loved reading, loved owning books, and loved taking time every night to read before falling asleep.
Yes, it is actually on my list of requirements to have a room for my personal library when I buy a house some day. Not an office, a library. My own little slice of heaven with a big overstuffed chair where I can retreat to and relax.
But part of the reason I love owning so many books is because I love introducing other people to the books I own. I don’t keep every book I buy, but I do keep most. There are few things that give me more joy than getting into a conversation about reading and ending up loaning a book to a friend that they never thought they would read but that I know they will love. I’m usually pretty good at telling if a person will enjoy a certain book or not.
I imagine that when I have kids and they get past the childhood books stage, I will probably try my best to read every book that they are reading, in school and out of school. Just so I can discuss it with them. I read so much as a kid growing up, but unless it was an assigned book for school, I never got to TALK about the book I was enjoying so much.
And that’s precisely what has brought me to this blog. I wanted to find a way to talk about the books I read, and share them with others – not just friends, but complete strangers, in hopes that I can perhaps introduce you to something new. Something I know you’ll love.