I don’t know when my love of books started. I remember going to the library, either at school or in my town and feeling at home. I would walk around the rows of shelves desperately looking for my book, while holding my index card. I would get a great sense of accomplishment once I found my book all by myself.
My love of books
Then I discovered bookstores. Oh what joy! All these books to buy so I can keep them in my home to read over and over again. What’s better than that ?
Now, I still enjoy these bookstores, especially the ones where the coffee aromas just jump at you when you get into the door. However I think I might enjoy a used bookstore more, because of all the rejected books that are gathered together desperately waiting to find a new home.
I’ve bought a few electronic books in the past year, mostly for convenience. I like the option of highlighting my favourite sentences or grammar mistakes for fun and writing notes in case I forget important things.
I am proud to have passed down my book bug to my kids. They appreciate good books now where the drawings are magically beautiful and where the words inspire them for a long time.