“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ahhh, books… I learned to read when I was five. Well, before that I loved books too but mostly to draw on, especially with a green ink ball pen.
My favourite summer pastime was reading all the books that we had on the reading list for the next school year. Then I read them again during school months. I probably was just a little bit nerdy, glasses included. I read everything that we had on our bookshelf, didn’t care much about sticking to one topic. Gardening, dog grooming, history of the world, Tolstoy – yes please! Kids encyclopedia was especially appealing – all these amazing articles on a thousand different things in one enormous volume, oh no, two volumes! I also loved books on parenting and child psychology. I think I was twelve at that time.
I haven’t changed. I normally read two-three books at the same time. I have a pile of books on the coffee table, another one on my bedside table, some more on my desk, and it is very easy to find a lonely book lying on the floor somewhere around the place waiting for its turn to be read. My inbox is full of emails from online bookstores. My credit card statement boasts a variety of bookstore names every month. There is always something in transit, something exciting and wrapped in brown paper.
But looks like this darling little friend of mine is going to beat me and become an even more avid bookworm!
Happy Reading!
