The cute guy and I have started haunting the library after work on Mondays. It's an old building with arched wooden framed windows, a door that creaks and hard covered books from a time when there were no pictures on the cover. We carry home poetry, pages of images, books we think we might want to read or ordered; books that we wonder what the hell were we thinking. And then we carry them back. It's a privilege.
And finally after so many months of barely reading I devoured a book that I plan on reviewing this week, Finding Beauty in a Broken World by Terry Tempest Williams. I loved the book but even more I loved remembering the magic of getting lost in a good read, of letting the routine go, of learning something new, of getting inside an author's head and going where they take me. Another privilege.
Second best only to what I manage to read is reading reviews of the books I'd like to read or know I'll never read but want to know about. It makes the library and the bookstore juicier recognizing a title and then flipping through it, often bringing it home while remembering a blogger's enthusiasm. Or the other side, setting it back on the shelf with a nod of agreement remembering a tepid commentary.
What's going on in your reading life? Have you gotten lost in a good book? Learned something new? And new reviews to lure us to the library or bookstore?
Let us know. Books are even better when they're shared.