It's like walking into a candy store.
They inhale audibly, and their eyes
become like saucers.
It's like Christmas morning. All of
that possibility. All of that hope.
They take off down the aisles and start
pulling out favorites. They add in some that look too enticing to be
left alone. Our pile becomes a mountain.
I can hear cries of “Yes!” as they
find something they have been hoping to see. I sit and smile, knowing
that excitement.
I, myself, am what the Atlantic Wire
calls a bookophile.
http://www.theatlanticwire.com/entertainment/2012/08/what-kind-book-reader-are-you-diagnostics-guide/56337/
I can't help myself. The first thing I
do when I get my hands on a book – old or new – is smell it. They
all have a distinct smell. There's an old library book smell, a new
book smell, a Bible smell, a textbook smell, a picture book smell...
you get the idea.
I love the wrinkled pages of a book
that lost a battle with a glass of water. I love the worn pages of a
book that has clearly been read again and again. I love a book with
crayon scribbles in it and a book with notes written in the margin.
I imagine those who have read the book
before me. Did they read with lightning speed when everything started
to come together in A Tale of Two Cities? Did they wonder what in the
world Beth March died of (I believe it was lack of anything better to
do – sorry)? Did they get angry with The Capitol when they threw
the champions back in the arena?
There's just so much possibility in
each book. I sit and smile, hearing my children dive into that
possibility with so much enthusiasm.
What kind of reader are you?
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