when I read book reviews by women who love poetry it inspires me to try again and again to learn to love it. It makes me want to feel the way they feel about poetry. Such a thing happened just the other day. I wanted something new and adult to read so I started reading book reviews. Of course, she loved poetry and she expressed her feelings so eloquently I hurried on over to amazon and ordered one of the books she suggested and made a list of several others to buy later on.
I also ordered book seven in a series of juvenile books that Seth, Levi, Christi and I are reading.
That book arrived today in the mail.

Books make me act just weird.

I get very excited over that little cardboard package as soon as I see it in the mailbox. When I open the package I examine every inch of the book. I look at and even smell (yes, I really do) the pages. I have to feel the cover - I especially love the ones with texture on them. Then I put it down.

and come back later after my work is all done

I read the forward. I find a new bookmarker. I mark the first page of the first chapter and then I put it down.

I make myself wait for just the right time to begin. A time when I can be alone. A time when I can read as long as I want to without interruptions and then I begin to devour.... up until the last couple of chapters, then I slow way down and read a little at a time to prolong the ending.

See, I told you they make me act weird.

I love books. I love the way they look and smell and feel in my hands. I really love libraries and book stores. I don't care what book store it is, you will find me sitting in the floor handling the books.

Weird. I know.