The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
His story isn’t over yet;
I love this picture so much. It speaks volumes (no pun intended)! There is a certain comfort in books and reading. I feel bad for people who don’t enjoy a good book, the feel of the pages as they filter through your fingers and the joy (or sadness) of finishing a favorite. Stuart loved books. This bookcase was in his bedroom at his home. He could be lost in a library or bookstore for hours (or days if it were possible). I’m like that as well. The smell of a book that is old enough to have stories of its own – the ones not written on its pages. The secrets that have hidden in dog-eared, yellowing pages and the little notes gently tucked in to remember a phrase, a quote, or an entire page.
The books we read can tell a lot about us too. I have many books from various seasons of my life. It’s interesting to think back on what I read in the past when I was younger and the books I am reading now. There are some constants and a few quirky reads thrown in, and then the ones that tell a story of what I was going through at that time.
What are you reading now? Do your choices tell a story of your season in life?