I had an appointment this morning in Cherry Creek and I was early. By a full thirty minutes. This never happens. I am early for almost nothing and late for pretty much everything. Although in my defense, I am occasionally on time. Anyway. We’re not talking about me being differently-abled in the timeliness department.
What we’re talking about is what I DID when I was early. I went to the bookstore. This is not just some chain store – not Borders or Barnes & Noble. This is the kind of bookstore that when you walk in, you want to sigh because all of the sudden? You feel peaceful. Three floors of books, books and more books. I could have spent an hour on the stairs alone, because they have books all along the staircase. There are people to help you who love books. There are couches and chairs to sit on because you can’t possibly buy every book you might WANT to buy.
I TRIED to buy every book I might want to buy. At least the ones I could find in only a half an hour. I went in for one specific book (which they were out of) and came out with this book and this book and this book and two other books that I hadn’t intended to buy. Do I regret the purchase? Hell no. Everyone knows I love words and I love books equally as much. That’s where I LEARNED the words. And their context. And most importantly, their spelling.
I wish I could explain how I felt and why I felt that way. Yes, I love books. I love words. But maybe it’s because I’ve spent so much time with books my entire life. I loved going to the library as a kid. My mom used to take me for story time every week, and then as I got older, I begged to go. All the time. I loved the library at my school. I loved that once a year, my dad would come home with a box FULL of books he’d picked out for me at the annual used book sale at the library. He’d cart this huge box up the stairs and you wouldn’t see me for the next few hours as I went through and looked at all of them. I always got books on Christmas Eve, because I was the kid that would wake up at 2 a.m. and couldn’t go back to sleep from the sheer excitement of ohmygodit’sCHRISTMAS!!! And so I’d read until I was allowed to get up at 7. I read on train trips, on plane trips and basically any car trip, whether it was to the grocery store or to Illinois. I would stay in the car and read while my mom shopped. I got in trouble for reading at the table – all the time. I could go on and on, but I think you get the picture.
So that’s how I feel about books. They make me remember all the good things from when I was a kid. They make me learn stuff and think and even cry. They let me escape. Books are friendly and books are comfort. Books are ME.