Reading a Good Book

I love to read. In fact I need to read more. Sometimes, if I don't have a book in front of me, I forget to read. It's then that I wonder around, get online, waste time... A good book by the side of my bed really should be mandatory.

Unfortunately, I often practice a lack of self control and periodically go book crazy if it's been too long into between novels. Then I loose all control and read for hours. And hours. Staying up for 'just a little longer,' turns into a time warp. All track of time is lost. Gone. Then suddenly it's two or three a.m. Good news is I'm done with my book. The bad news is it's three a.m! Seriously! What the what? What was I thinking? I'm going to be exhausted, potentially crabby... Well, crabby for sure. I just have to make the decision at three a.m. to be nice and patient with my family in a few short hours.

There is so much I love about a good book. I love getting to know the characters. I love seeing them grow and change. And sometimes, in a weird way, I thrive on being irritated with a character I don't like or can't relate to at all. I love rich vocabulary, (like precipice) and amazing detail (Heidi is amazing when it comes to detail! I've been tempted to give up all and live in the Alps with the goats after a little time with Heidi and her grandfather.

If a book is really amazing it will challenge me; maybe change me or cause me to have a new perspective on things in life. As much as I despise romance books every once in a while there is a book with just a touch of love and faithfulness so that the time I'm done I'm thankful for you. I'm thankful for our vows. Thankful you are who you are. Thankful even for all the ways you irritate me. Thankful for our life together and our own story. And that's really what I wanted to tell you in my little spill about loving books.