For the Love of Books

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I love books.  I love the look of them, the feel of them, I love their smell.  I love the excitement I feel when I crack open the first page and the adventures that await me within those pages.   I love the shiny, glossy book jacket and reading those tantalizing, teasing words on the jacket.

Needless to say, I do not own an e-reader.  I have no use for one.   I love books.  Real.  Books.

I learned to read and developed a love of reading at a Very young age.  I could read long before I started school.

Whenever the family would take a trip I was always reading the billboards aloud to everyone on the car.  Loudly of course!  🙂

The first time I met my grandparents, on my mother’s side, I drug my Grandpa over to the couch and sat him down and read to him.  I was very proud of the fact that I could read.  I think I was about 3 years old.

My mother raised 4 of us kids mostly by herself.  She didn’t have an education to speak of, so money was tight, always. 

But when I opened a book, I was transported to another place and time.  It was a fantastic way for me to entertain myself. 

I would walk to the library in the summertime and bring back an armload of books every few days.  During the summer, I averaged reading about a book a day. 

No matter what you read, you learn something.  I kept a dictionary handy when I was reading.  If I came across a word that I could not figure out the meaning by the context of the sentence or paragraph, I would look it up.

I still love to read, but don’t take the time to do it as much anymore. 

I think my life has been much more fruitful and accomplished because of my love of reading and my learning along the way.

I used to read everything from Shakespeare to Poe to Sci-Fi to love stories.   I love biographies.  I love learning about people like Abe Lincoln, or my favorite artists. 

My 2 older brothers always had comic books in the house, which I read.  But those comics would spark my interest in people like Sherlock Holmes or Isaac Asimov.  So my taste in books has varied widely. 

I have some old books that I have packed around with me for years that I just cannot part with.  One is a favorite from the 1970’s, which is beautifully illustrated about the life of Gnomes.  Another is a book, also from the 70’s called “Shut Up and Eat Your Shoe Shoes!”  It’s a hilarious true story about a couple that homesteads in Alaska.  I also have some rare, old Tarzan books that I may pass down to my eldest grandson some day.

These books evoke wonderful memories of a simpler time for me.   

I still have a stack of books on my night stand that are gathering dust.  Maybe it’s time to crack open one of them and make a new friend….

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com and WOW Women on Writing. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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4 Responses to For the Love of Books

  1. trentpmcd says:

    I do love my e-reader, but you’re right – there is something about a real book.

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    • thanks Trent! I just have a respect for books that I couldn’t imagine having for an e-reader. The first time I saw one of those drop boxes at a library for book returns, you know, the ones that look like a mail box? I was horrified. To treat a book like that? !!

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  2. My mom and dad both say they prefer to hold a book in their hands over having a E- Reader.

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