A Literary Feast or What I’m Thankful For




This is ‘what I’m reading’. Twenty titles in these stacks plus two more that were lying somewhere else. It’s ridiculous really because no working person could read all this in one checkout period. They check out for 3 weeks with two renewals. I’ve used them all. Some are overdue. I’ve been billed for a book that I’ve got but haven’t finished and can’t bring myself to turn in until I do. #notsorry But look what a good mix of books it is! There’s old and new, fiction and nonfiction, adult and ya and children’s, books getting award buzz. There are books I’m reading for me and books I’m reading for work. This is how I know when I hear people say, “I just buy my books” that they’re not readers, not really. You can buy books when you only read a few a year, but when you’re reading dozens, maybe even hundreds of books a year you’re not buying them! I don’t trust people who aren’t readers. It’s as if they’re saying I don’t do words. How could you not? Books have been my life line, my education, inspiration, comic relief, passport, therapy. It’s through books that I’ve learned more about love and myself. My life is better for being a reader. For all the books and the ones who taught me to read them, I am forever thankful.

Lord, help me the day I stop working at the library and start accruing fines. In that case, I should get naming rights.

Happy Thanksgiving!