Reading Is Such a Joy
I've just returned home from the library with an armful of books. I'm as excited as any kid in a candy store could be. Four unique reading adventures await me inside the the covers of those books. Which do I read first, which should be allowed to be the last of the four read, perhaps savored a bit more for being last?
It's said that the only thing certain is change. I believe this to be true, but I am thankful that I have never lost my fondness for reading, not since I was first able to do so. The discoveries I've made about the world and about myself in the hundreds of thousands of pages I've read through the years are invaluable to me.
Most of my grandchildren are avid readers, too, a fact for which I am grateful. You're never really alone as long as you have an unread book nearby. You can escape whatever drama may be going on in life, or in the other room, just by picking up something to read.
Ask anyone who knows me well: When I am reading I am oblivious to all that goes on around me. Call my name, I'll not hear you. Once, as a young teen, as I was walking home from the library, I had begun reading one of the books I'd borrowed. I crossed a busy highway, unaware that I was doing so. Thankfully no harm came to me nor did anyone have to even put on their brakes to miss hitting me.
I've long thought I would consider myself a wealthy woman if I had a home with one room filled with books.
Not everyone enjoys reading to the same extent that I do, but I am hopeful that if reading isn't what brings you joy, that there is something else that does.
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