Snappity Doo – Blog Challenge 2 – Books
Today’s topic – Books (Alec, my personal encyclopedia, picked it)
Alright books. I like books. I like to read them, set beverages on them, use them as doorstops (kidding), and collect them in unattractive stacks in the corner of my office. We’re in serious need of two new desks, a filing cabinet, and a bookshelf for the office. IKEA will do us good once we get around to that nook of the house. One thing at a time….we need to lend our attention and funds to the lack of landscaping first!
Back to books! About three months ago I was on a roll with books. Picking one up and being able to finish it within the week before moving onto the next. Since then I’ve fell into a book reading lull. Perhaps because the one I’m currently reading is reading a bit slow for me. But because I can’t quit things I refuse to cast it aside just yet. I’ll force feed myself the dialogue if I have to. To be fair though…it’s getting better.
I have a pile of books I need to read sitting on my unorganized desk at home…mocking me. Titles include: How to be Lost, The Daily Coyote, It Sucked and Then I Cried, and about five others whose titles are escaping me. I’m also not one of those people that can read more than one book at a time. I start confusing characters and story lines and it’s just better for everyone if I just stick to one until I finish it.
So now that you’re aware of my book reading/organizing neuroses I can move on to the architectural structures that house them…known to most as libraries. Oh man I love these places. They’re houses of knowledge where nerds flock and ideas flourish.
As a kid my mom would take us to the Austin Public Library weekly, we’d pick out books that she would read to us at bedtime and wander aimlessly by ourselves through the non-children sections. I remember telling the librarian my name was “Katie Lewey” because I SO wished my name was Katie when I was 5. I guess I was a very convincing tot because that’s the name that was put on my library card. My mom loved it.
I also have vivid memories of looking in wonder at a breastfeeding book when I was about 5 or 6…I couldn’t put the thing down. And on each subsequent trip back to BookStop I would covertly bee line it to that particular book shelf and that particular book to sneak a peek. I was a sick kid I guess…whatever haters…it’s completely normal, I was curious! pssh.
In any case, I think I turned out pretty normal despite my “menacing” behavior in libraries and book stores. I blame the books, they sparked my creativity and curiosity. And dangit, I NEEDED TO KNOW HOW I WAS NOURISHED AS AN INFANT!
These days I enjoy old historic libraries the most. On our family’s last trip to NYC, years and years ago, we visited the New York Public Library. It was awe inspiring and quiet and creepy (good creepy). I could spend weeks there…with small fresh air breaks to get the “old book” smell out of my nostrils. It’s one of those smells that smells good at first but the “after smell” gets ya.