I am a self proclaimed bookworm.
I majored in English in college.
When I teach, it is reading or writing.
Some of my favorite people have been characters in a book.
Jo March. Nancy Drew. Pippi Longstocking.
Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle. Elizabeth Bennett.
Some of the best advice I’ve been given was dispensed by Pooh Bear and Dr.Seuss.
My mother instilled this in me.
She was a librarian.
I grew up with books as the wallpaper of life.
In high school, I worked in the library starting as a page shelving books.
My job was to take the cart of returned books and put them back neatly in their places.
Back in the stacks, I would look at each book amazed at all the different subjects, topics and genres there were.
When you shelve books that other people checked out, you become introduced to their little world.
The things that interest them often become the things that interest you.
In 11th grade, I moved to Technical Services.
This is where new books are born into the library system.
So fresh that you can barely open them.
Their spines have not yet been worn down by the many patrons who will read them in the years to come.
We cataloged them and ironed on the dewey decimal code to their spine.
They probably don’t iron them on anymore but this was 1987.
Every day after school, I made my way to the little warehouse where Tech Services was located.
Waiting for me on my cart was a whole batch of new books waiting to have their dewey decimal numbers ironed on and the library system pockets glued in the back.
For me, they were like buried treasure and I was the first to uncover their worth.
My personal book collection is like a potluck.
A little bit of everything.
Some are like old recipes–favorites that you never grow tired of.
Others are new recipes–shelved for another day when you’re more adventurous.
A closet in my house is a safe haven for books I can’t bring myself to part with.
Once I sold a large part of my collection on Ebay only to buy most of them back the following year as I missed them too much.
My children learned to read with my old Dick and Jane books.
But my favorite book of all is the Bible that my mother gave me in high school.
It’s been with me through high school, college, marriage, children, divorce, multiple moves, and the death of the one who gave it to me.
Though worn, tattered and tear stained, it still speaks new things to me each time I open it.
My favorite piece of furniture is a bookshelf.
Worth triple its price as it creates a home for some of the best friends you’ll ever have.
Growing up we had bookshelves all over the house.
On rainy days, I would go through the shelves always finding something new.
Even now as I look through my bookshelf, I find old friends still patiently waiting for me to return.
I hope my kids find the same adventures waiting for them in my shelves.