As anyone who has been to our house knows - I love books. I have a weakness for them. Nice paper, nice typeface. I've even been known to buy a nicer edition of a book if it's one I truly enjoy.
In addition to marking times in my life with music - and who doesn't have songs that evoke particular memories - I have memories associated with books. Am I weird?
Little Women - one of the first "big" books I read. I think the first book I cried while I was reading (and certainly not the last!)
Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry - my mom teaching
Blue Sword - the book on my mom's nightstand throughout my life. Constant urging to read it - I finally did in 2004 while I was in San Diego.
Fountainhead - High school (when I was trying to read it for a scholarship) and then college - when I finished it. I got so mad the first time - I physically couldn't finish it.
And - books I want to read still
Frank McCourt - Teacher Man - heard an interview with him on NPR and it sounds like a great memoir
The Artists Way
I hit the jackpot last weekend - I went downstairs to check my mail and lo and behold!!! Someone has left books on the entryway table that they were giving away! I think I found 7 or so interesting sounding books...
Am I the only one who has piles and piles of books still waiting to be read? I have management/leadership books, military history, classics, cookbooks, modern fiction, feminist stuff, travel essays. Sheesh! It's endless. And then the library has a bunch of books waiting for me (on hold).
Other random items - I am HOOKED on Project Runway (Bravo) and Dancing with the Stars. Just hooked, I say.
I'll update with weekend stuff a little later in the week.