Sharing the Love of a Book

On a whim, the boys and I decided to head to Borders this afternoon. My mom had given each of them a gift card to Borders in their Easter baskets and it was burning a hole in their collective pockets. I always like an excuse to roam the stacks, so it was an easy sell all around.

I love books. I love looking at them. I love reading them. I love the promise an unread book holds for me should I chose to open its cover. The books I read and love are like friends to me. I tend to reread my favorites or recommend them enthusiastically and loudly to anyone who will listen. I am always reading something and if not, I tend to pick up whatever book Chris is reading to read that too. Books are my obsession.

Most of my childhood was defined by books. I read, well, alot. I spent a fair amount of my early years curled up in a ball somewhere comfortably reading anything and everything. I fell in love with the library at a very early age. (A love that endures to this day.) I would walk to the library afterschool and spend hours reading or browsing. Libraries and bookstores are like a little slice of heaven to me.

I hope my boys share that love of books. I try to encourage reading as much as I can. We visit the library quite a bit, at least weekly if not more. We read together. And I almost never say no to a book purchase for them. It's my weakness and they know it.

We spent a long time in Borders today, each boy making his selection carefully. After we were done, we stopped for dinner on the way home. They sat in the booth, all three scrunched up together, and looked at their new books. It was a sweet moment.

There is nothing like sharing the love of a good book.