New book stores are fine, but there's something about being in a used book store that is so much more appealing. It's like the books take on a bit of extra life, just by having been enjoyed. A couple of friends in town have a book store, and I was thinking, "Now if they just put some comfy chairs there by the front windows where the lighting is good..."
My love affair with books goes way back. I remember (specifically) being in the fourth grade, so completely immersed in a book as I was walking between classes that I really wasn't aware of my surroundings. In fifth grade I was in the "Battle of the Books", where teams were assigned books to read, then quizzed on the contents. My team not only won at our own school, but came in first in the district-wide competion, as well. *memories of great satisfaction* Is it showing? Well, yes, I'm sure it is! Mahaha I even remember that The Witch of Blackbird Pond was one of the books!
Throughout the years, reading has been a problem... not that I don't have time to read, but that when I really get into a story, everything around me disappears. I *make* time to read by not doing all those little chores that I should be doing... Surely that sounds familiar to someone! I've been doing better lately, but it sure has been a problem in the past!
Do you remember when your love of books began? I'd love to hear about it.
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