Libraries have always been sacred and mysterious places to me. They charge no fee for checking out a book, yet I often find myself alone strolling the aisles. The shelved books all whisper to me, begging to be read, ten thousand different voices telling their own story. The murmurs continue until I place my finger on the spine of the perfect book. At that moment I can only hear one voice.
A book is deceptively simple. All I have to do is take it off the shelf, open it, and begin to read. Thus starts a new adventure. If it bores me, I can just as easily close it, gingerly, so as not to offend it, and place it back on the shelf for someone else to discover.
My obsession for reading overwhelmed me one day during the summer before third grade. I lay in bed reading various books from L. Frank Baum’s Oz series. I kept at it so long that I perceived nothing but the words scrolling by on the page. No outside sound or sight interrupted my thoughts, because none of them entered my consciousness. The words on the page seemed strangely real. Individual letters took on personalities: the common, unadorned o; the slim, feminine l; and one of my favorites, the fleeting yet elegant capital Q. Ten hours later, I could see faint inscriptions in front of my eyes each time I heard a spoken word.
I find myself attracted to the quiet confidence of books. TheyΒ do often smell of nutmeg, as Ray Bradbury noted. In a book, I follow the inner dialogue of a person, something which fascinates me, especially since the only inner dialogue I hear in real life is my own. When I read, I determine the pace, the sound of each character’s voice in my own head, and what will be perused or skimmed, read once or read a dozen times.
Reading breeds creativity. Most books supply no visual images. You have to turn those rusty cogs in your head in order to create them yourself. As a result, there are no bad special effects in reading, just occasional bad prose.
At the end of a book I am reluctant to say goodbye to the characters I feel Iβve only just met. In a way, they are my own. The author created them for the book, but they took form in my own head. I hold unique representations different from the ones my neighbor holds.
The gentle persuasion of a novel impresses me. If it is well written, I realize the implicit message the author has plodded me toward all along.
If the day ever comes when books die out, it will not be because anyone has prohibited reading. It will be because we have freely chosen to do otherwise, and that will be a shame.
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Certainly!
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Very wise words. It made me immediately add heading to the library to my short term list of places to visit. Sometimes the free things in life are so easy to forget about in their simplistic pleasure possibilities. I appreciate the gentle reminder!
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I must have missed this comment! Thanks for your words, didn’t mean to skip over them π
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That was…smooth and inviting. I felt like I was allowed inside a deep, inner musing. I quite liked feeling invited and included…
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Thanks so much! I’ve been studying that mysterious quality called “voice” that some authors seem to have so naturally and one quality I wanted to adopt was “welcoming.” I’m so glad you felt that way!!
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I love libraries! I think I’ve been to the city library three times this week – probably enough!
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Haha! I’m picking up The Meaning of Tingo tomorrow from the library. Going to read it this weekend! π
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How did you like it? I remember tsujigiri and kolshatnik (sp?) with particular fondness.
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It’s very entertaining so far! The abundance of words in Albanian for various kinds of moustaches is so strange.
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Totally agree with you.
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π Great to hear!
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I LOVE libraries because I just love books…smell of paper… wonderful post… π
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Why thank you!
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Great post. I am myself an avid reader AND I work in a public library after 25 years as a book seller. I still remember the joy of hiding downstairs at my home, comfy in the beanbag, with the sun warming me through the curtained window…..and my mum telling me that I had to stop reading and go outside. Gee mum….I’d only been reading for two hours!!
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Hahaha books are wonderful friends! I like reading with sunlight on me as well.
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Love the ten thousand voices.
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I can completely lose myself in the book I’m reading. Like you, I hate saying goodbye to characters I’ve come to like. That’s probably why I gravitate toward series.
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That’s a great point. 80% of my favorite books are probably series.
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you really are a good writer, no kidding π I like your style , because it is simple yet have a nice flow, and crisp. Will keep reading
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I’m so glad you think that! Crisp is definitely something I enjoy … apples, fall days, chips. All crisp!
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hahaha , good sense of humour, but crisp writing is certainly a style
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And thank you
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The local library was where I spent most of my childhood, outside of school. I loved that I could enter an unknown world every time I opened the cover. Today, with most of the library occupied by computer stations, I still wander through the shelves alone, yet amongst so many different characters that are anxiously awaiting an opportunity to introduce their world to me. This post was wonderful!
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Thanks!! It’s so hard to choose just one book, isn’t it?
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As a child, I remember walking home with a stack of books (probably the limit of what was allowed to be signed out) and promising my parents to finish my school work on time so I could spend the rest of the evening reading.
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Haha! That’s a good sort of kid to have, I feel.
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I feel the same too π
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I’m glad to know I’m not alone! Thanks for the comment.
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Welcome π
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Books and nutmeg…wow! My dream is set up a library and spend my life after retirement submerged in them. The smell of nutmeg and coffee would be great too!
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Ah, yes! And I’m assuming the library ought to be in a castle? That’s my grand plan.
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The castle would be totally in keeping with the nutmeg, coffee and book experiences
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