As far back as I can remember, I've always LOVED 😍 books.
I have very fond memories of libraries and bookstores.
I enjoy walking down the aisles and choosing books because they're pretty (Yes, I judge books by their cover, LOL)😂
I enjoy the physical turning of the pages.
I've also recently started annotating and making notes while I read. 📑
I often joke and say if they could bottle up the scent of books, I'd buy it!
When I was little (pre- computer days), my dad and I would make trips to the library together.
I also remember being excited when Scholastic would come to school for book fair.
But what I remember MOST about books probably stems from middle school.
I was a library assistant.
I often found comfort in reading when I had questions about topics, but no one to talk to about it. 💕
I also felt comfort in reading about characters who were like me. It helped to make me feel not so alone.
Into to my adulthood, books have continued to provide the same sort of comfort.
It wasn't until this year however, that I've been very purposeful in making time to read.
I also find sharing books and talking about them is therapeutic for me.
It's like discovering newfound knowledge that I know others need/want/should know.
Now more than ever though, books have continued to inspire me, calm me, and educate me on the most current challenges that I continue to navigate throughout midlife.
I never believed that I'd ever use an e-reader (Kindle) or listen to audiobooks, but here we are.
They've become more of an addition, not a replacement, to my reading tool kit.
I usually read non-fiction but have started to incorporate fiction as well.
If the book is a series, much like TV, when it's over, I'm usually very sad.
Anyone remember when Fifty Shades of Grey came out? 🤭I could NOT stop reading, but I paced myself because I didn't want it to end.
Today, I'm thankful for rediscovering my love of all things book related and reading. ❤️