My Dad was a librarian. As you could imagine, our house was filled with books. I mean, floor to ceiling books. Our living room contained non-fiction and the more formal library was filled with fiction, including many first edition literary works. Upstairs in Dad’s office were the “stacks,” where he kept the periodicals. All of these were arranged by Dewey Decimal System.
It was a given that wherever Dad was, a book or two was close by. He passed that love on to all six of his kids as well. Every year at Christmas Dad went to the bookstores to find the perfect books suiting each child’s individual taste, and he was spot on every time. Not a week went by when he didn’t bring books home from the library for us all to enjoy. Books gave Dad joy and his children and grandchildren have inherited this literary legacy.
Just now as I was walking home from dropping my son off at a playmate’s I was wondering if I should blow off a couple of hours of quiet working time in favor of a good read. There’s nothing like getting lost in a good book. I’m talking about the kind of lost where you don’t notice the world around you and your family has to call your name over and over again until you snap out of it.
That’s the kind of writer I aspire to be. I would love for people to get lost in my words.
As I type this, there are several books on the family room end table that sits next to my big comfy chair:
- “The Stand” by Stephen King, which I’m re-reading and I consider one of the best books ever written.
- “The Host” by Stephanie Meyer , which I’m forcing myself to read because it was a gift. I’m not a fan of her writing at all.
- “Trust Agents” by Chris Brogan which should be required reading for anyone looking to build relationships on the web.
- “Eats, Shoots and Leaves” by Lynne Truss because I’ve been neglecting my commas.
In the basket in my bathroom are some past and current copies of
- Website Magazine
- Boy’s Life
- Car and Driver
- the 5th installment of “Roscoe Riley Rules.”
On and around the nightstand in the bedroom are about 30 books. Some I’ve read and some I’m hoping to get to in this decade. My bookmark is currently residing in David McCullough’s “1776.”
We’ve talked here before about why it’s important to read, though this isn’t something one generally has to convince a writer to do. It’s in our blood and it’s in our hearts. Tell us what you’re reading…and where. What are some of the books you recommend to others – and what’s the best book you’ve ever read. Share. Turn us on to something new.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take advantage of my quiet house and read.
What are you reading?