Once again, an incredibly good time with family bisected my plans to make a gratitude blog daily. I could write a whole blog about that particular blessing, but I will stick to my gratitude list and write about books.
Some of my earliest memories are of being read to by my dad and my older sister, Georgie the 1st. I think 6-year-old G-1 might have varied the words for impact because I remember mini-me, 4 years younger, correcting her and getting the hairy eyeball with a “Do YOU know how to read? Well I do!” She read dramatically, even if the words might change from one reading to the next and was my favorite storybook reader so I quickly nodded and she continued reading.
Our dad liked reading us our bedtime stories but he often dosed off while we looked at the pictures. A “DADDY! You’re asleep” got “Just resting my eyes, honey” in reply and the story continued.
My two personal favorites were the Poky Little Puppy and Little Black Sambo. I liked hearing about the puppy mama’s desserts and I loved that the tigers turned into butter that was poured on pancakes. I include desserts and pancakes in my personal grouping of foods. My devotion to that food group explains why I am a life-sized pillow pet. I’m not sure if Little Black Sambo is politically correct and still in publication, but it was a fun read for this little white girl.
Today, I read pretty much anything that has a satisfying ending. On a new author, I read the last 10 pages to make sure the hero isn’t standing on a lonely highway with a Beretta in her hand and the mangled body of her lover at her feet. I live in reality; I don’t care to read it. Jim Butcher’s Dresden series, anything by Neil Gaiman, Tim Cockey’s Sewell series, and Kim Harrison’s Morgan series are favorites of mine. Pure escape with a certain victory by the hero. I have others that I like but I stalk books by those authors.
I have a beautiful Nook today which contains more books than I can read in several months. I find that I stockpile books like I used to stockpile cigs and liquor. I never want to run out. I went through a short non-reading period with GE’s dad who wasn’t much of a reader. During our short marriage, I found myself reading labels on cans and cereal boxes in an attempt to satisfy my word withdrawal, eyes lingering lovingly on those seductive words, a little catch in my heart when I read an attractive phrase.
There are reasons why relationships don’t work and reading incompatibility is one of them for me.