I love going to book stores. Used book shops have a marvelous smell and ambiance about them. I feel as though I'm sifting through the collected works of humanity which makes me more connected with the past. New book stores have an energy and drive about them that invigorate me intellectually. I love wandering through bookshops and noting how many of the books I have read. I also love noting how many more still want my reading attention.
All of this loving bookstores means I usually end up purchasing at least one book per visit. How do you leave a book store without buying anything? Impossible. Unfortunately though, my time is limited and that means I have so much more to read than I currently have time available. There was a brief time when I was available to sub, but not yet getting jobs and we had not yet moved into our house. That left me with lots of reading time and I flew through several books. Lately, I've slowed down, but I'm still plodding along. Nevertheless, I still have a giant to-read pile, including three boxes stacked in a closet. I have boxes and shelves of books to-read. I also occasionally take books that have been strongly recommended to me, especially from students. I also visit book stores and add to my pile. I also have several books on my Kindle. So there you have it. This is me.
I bought this at a used bookstore at our library. I find it perplexing that this story was adapted into a children's book and was curious as to how the violence was handled. I still don't know because I haven't read it yet.
My Favorite Bookstores
I don't mind sorting laundry. I love my washing machine and dryer. Literally, I was close to tears when they were installed. The delivery men found my enthusiasm unnerving, but there's a tiny washing machine under the big washing machine. How cool is that!?! I enjoy folding laundry. I always fold it out of the machine to prevent wrinkles. If I don't get to it right when the cycle is done, I re-tumble the load to remove wrinkles. Sorted, washed, dried, and folded. Not a problem. Putting it away. LOATHE. I don't know why. I even like ironing. Usually, I love sorting and organizing. I just hate putting away laundry. So there you have it. This is me.
This is me. Real and unfiltered.
We all dream big and do our best, but putting ourselves out there can be uniting because we realize that we are not alone in our struggles and emotions. This isn't a page where I seek answers, but rather I seek to connect with others and show that we are all works in progress.