Oh my goodness! How long have I been under this rock? I have books upon books that I simply must get my hands on. I have all of these titles and blurbs speaking to me more than ever before.
It feels as if for years I have been missing a limb only to wake up and have one once again. I'm overwhelmed and quite unsure of where to start with all the things I've desired to do all these years without it. Which do I read first?
Unfortunately, it also seems to be a testament to how far behind our small library here is. That is to be said for where we live now. Never have I ever had such a small limited resource in a library before in this country. If I die, may the library here inherit my wisdom and a loan on my books. I'm still not sure I don't want to be buried with them. Particularly my autographed and rare collectible collection, small as it may be.
In the words of my son, "Mine! No, MINE!"
Why do I not own a cell phone so I can take pictures of all these titles? Something tells me if I don't get one soon, I will simply need to bring in a notebook, sit myself upon the floor with the stacks around me of what my brain simply must absorb, and make a long obsolete paper-written list of books and authors to explore.
I am certain that my recent reads (5 books since this year started) and my writing has opened up my mind to these palpable worlds behind all of these colorful covers. Reading begets my writing. So to does my writing beget my reading. I love reciprocal, symbiotic relationships.
On another note, I need to buy myself a bookstore-scented candle and throw in an old library scented candle for good measure. I hear they are becoming quite popular. However, I am a stickler for authenticity of smell. Have any of you good lads smelled one and can you tell me is it a legitimate waft of such as to remind one of such places?
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