Lost Love

I love books! And saying this is an understatement. Every email address I have states this. My bookcase can’t contain all my books. And the mags I like to read can give new definition to the meaning of piles. I have so many. But, I’m getting better with that. I’m trying to remember when was the last time I actually read a book all the way through. When was the last time that I actually turned off all devices, computer, Ipod, T.V. even my subconscious streaming thoughts to just get lost in a book. I must admit it feels like its been forever.

It wasn’t too long ago that I read about Toni Morrison’s latest book A. Mercy. She is my all-time favorite author. I used to go back and forth between her and Faulkner. I’ve definitely read more of Morrison than Faulkner. Morrison just released A. Mercy on the 11^t. I’ve decided that I’m going to read it over the thanksgiving break and I’m so excited. I thought I was excited about going home. I think I’m more elated that I’m going to read this book while I’m at home.

To be honest, I feel rather ambitious saying that I’m going to read the entire book because I have a rather full calendar while I’m in L.A. But, I can remember a time where I tackled books vigorously. During those times its like I chose to sit down, and get lost in a written world that no other medium could contend with. I can remember reading books for pleasure and holding the end of the bottom right page in anticipation of turning it as soon as I got to the last line. I remember forgoing t.v. watching because I wanted to get to the next part of the book. I remember my eyes getting weary, yet I’d tell myself just a few more pages. Or, I’d look to see how far it was to the next chapter and opt to make the sprint to the end. Each time I was delighted and thrilled with the chain of events until I arrived at the last page. Then, the written adventure was over. The thoughts in my mind continued in solitary moments: driving in the car, daydreaming while listening to a lecture or while observing life and thinking on a tangent. Oh, how I miss those moments. I want them back.

I’ve decided to go and find my lost love. Books! And, this holiday break is myself initiation back into this solitary but universal club. Here’s the clencher…. I also want to read Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. Ambitious? Ha! Perhaps. Isn’t that just like us humans, me? Ha!

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