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I’m sitting here drinking my morning coffee and nibbling on an Anise Cookie (leftover from my trip down to Boston a couple of weeks ago) and thinking about books. Actually, I’ve been thinking bout books for a while. Ok.. I always think about books.

I was in bed last night reading my latest (above picture along with my notebook) and thinking about why I read books. I’ve read a lot of books over the years.. and when I think back to the ones I read say 20 years ago I can’t remember a whole lot about them. The general story sure but not any in depth details. I know some people who can remember all those details..I can’t, my memory sucks and that’s putting it mildly.

So then last night I asked myself the question why do I continue to read if I can’t hold on to alot of the bits of marvelous information I’ve just devoured. If the book is fairly recent it’s not so bad, but like I said if they are older I can’t remember the details. I want to remember the them. After all don’t we learn while reading? I know I do. I learn about places I’ve never been, thoughts I hadn’t thought of, solutions to problems I didn’t think possible and I always have a dictionary close at hand for words I don’t know (of course I can’t remember them after). But most of the details that I’ve learned at the time of the reading I’ve mostly forgotten a while later and all I have left is the feeling and or the sensation of what the book gave to me.

Take for instance the book above. It has so many historical facts and some fascinating information. I want to remember it. Will I remember any of the facts I will learn in say one year from now.. I doubt it.. I will try.. but from past experience I have a feeling they will elude me.

I really want to retain all these new ideas and words and places. It doesn’t happen as much as I would like.

I then thought, well maybe I shouldn’t read books, am I wasting my time to have read something years ago to have only forgotten it?  The odd thing is that I can’t imagine not reading. I can’t leave the house without a book in my bag. I can’t imagine not being in a book at any given time. It seems so foreign to me.. to not have something to read. It’s like a drug.. I have to have it. I go into bookstores and I feel like I’m at peace. I love books. I love how they feel and smell. I love the sound they make in the spine when you first crack a book open. I even contemplated opening up a bookstore myself.. may still do that some day when money isn’t an issue.

By the end of this thought process last night at 12:30 am (got home from work at midnight) I decided that while I may not remember all that I want to in my books but I most definitely get “something” out of them and I do know that small itty bits of  those wonderful words I’ve read will remain in my brain to come out at the oddest times and then I will think .. ahh.. ok.. I did learn something.

Here is my link to Goodreads for anyone who would like to sign up. It’s a great website where you can have lists ( I LOVE LISTS) of books you want to read, books you’ve read and any other lists you want to add. It’s nice because you can have friends on the site and share reviews and recommendations. So stop by and visit and add me as a friend if you want..

Also feel free to comment and tell me why you read books, if you do. If you don’t tell me why not.

Happy New Years Eve, stay safe.

~ peace ~

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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~ Robert Frost ~

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“It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made names for them new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lorien there was no stain.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien ~