A book loving cliché
I like books. Actually, I love books. I would marry books if given the option.
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OK, maybe that's a bit of an overstatement. I'm probably more likely to marry my boyfriend of over six years than books. Or my dog. But that's a whole other conversation.
I love to read because it can be informational, inspirational, and sometimes transformational. It can be all the -als.
Books open a door to a world that you may never visit in real life. They allow adults to use their imagination in an often too real world. They pull back the curtain to allow us to experience lives we have dreamed of and feared.
I am a book-loving cliché.
I could go on and on and write about the beauty of words and their immense power and implications. I could write each book I've read a love letter. For now, I'll leave this with the basic fact that this blog will highlight: I love books.
I love terrible young adult dystopian romances. I love celebrity memoirs. Even when they used a ghost writer. I love non fiction exposés on topics like food and diet. I have read many books that I'm proud to discuss, and many that I hope you never see on my personal bookshelves.
Like most adults, I have a retirement account. I contribute to it monthly. It's taken out of my payment every two weeks. I watch the balance grow and re-invest when prudent.
Unlike my retirement account, I have invested my time, interest, passion, tears, attention, and a (relatively small) portion of my income in books. While I know that the books I invest in won't be helpful when I want to retire and still need to pay my electric bill, I hope that they'll provide me with something more fulfilling.
And hey, maybe the electric company will take pity on me and keep my lights on in exchange for a copy of Dustin Diamond's "Behind the Bell". If not, at least I'll have a lot of paper to burn to keep me warm.
P.S. Don't worry books I won't ever burn you.
P.P.S. I don't own a copy of Diamond's stunning tell all and I haven't read it. But if it was on sale for $0.25 at the local library book sale, I definitely would. It could be one of the books I burn.
I love to read because it can be informational, inspirational, and sometimes transformational. It can be all the -als.
Books open a door to a world that you may never visit in real life. They allow adults to use their imagination in an often too real world. They pull back the curtain to allow us to experience lives we have dreamed of and feared.
I am a book-loving cliché.
I could go on and on and write about the beauty of words and their immense power and implications. I could write each book I've read a love letter. For now, I'll leave this with the basic fact that this blog will highlight: I love books.
I love terrible young adult dystopian romances. I love celebrity memoirs. Even when they used a ghost writer. I love non fiction exposés on topics like food and diet. I have read many books that I'm proud to discuss, and many that I hope you never see on my personal bookshelves.
Like most adults, I have a retirement account. I contribute to it monthly. It's taken out of my payment every two weeks. I watch the balance grow and re-invest when prudent.
Unlike my retirement account, I have invested my time, interest, passion, tears, attention, and a (relatively small) portion of my income in books. While I know that the books I invest in won't be helpful when I want to retire and still need to pay my electric bill, I hope that they'll provide me with something more fulfilling.
And hey, maybe the electric company will take pity on me and keep my lights on in exchange for a copy of Dustin Diamond's "Behind the Bell". If not, at least I'll have a lot of paper to burn to keep me warm.
P.S. Don't worry books I won't ever burn you.
P.P.S. I don't own a copy of Diamond's stunning tell all and I haven't read it. But if it was on sale for $0.25 at the local library book sale, I definitely would. It could be one of the books I burn.
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