Meri's Musings

For the last two or three years, I've done Notes to Myself in lieu of those all-too-meaningless New Year Resolutions. Ordinarily, I post them one-a-day during the month of January, but I wanted to participate in  Susannah Conway's Gentle January meme, so this year I'm posting in February. This is a prescription  that I won't have any hesitation in following. I am an unabashed bibliophile. I love to read and be enthralled by a captivating story. Or, for that matter, to learn something new, to be exposed to divergent points of view, and sometimes to be awed -- not by words -- but by stunning photographs. After I sold the house I'd shared with my spouse (now the spouse of someone else) and bought a much more modest home of my own, I donated hundreds of books to the local library for its annual book sale.  I kept hundreds, perhaps over a thousand, more and had to pack and move them. I also had to buy...

Did I ever mention that I'm a bookworm? When I was a wee one, my mother worked in the library when my father was in graduate school. On rare occasions, I got to go to the library with her and hunker down in the small section of children's books. The smell of books and their heft in my hand never fails to enchant me. I love the semi-mystical feeling of losing myself in a great story.