Dear Fellow Journalers,
Reading a book – in any way that thrills you – is an experience. There are books from my childhood “Anne of Green Gables” and “Little House on the Prairie” for instance, that I have saved and yes, I admit have re-read many times. On the other hand, there have been books that I had to force myself to finish – “War and Peace” in high school and a few years ago “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” and that was before I was introduced to the “40 page rule.”
There are books in practically every room in our home. There are craft books in my craft room (did you even doubt that fact?) and history books in our den. Our bedroom has book shelves of books we can’t bear to part with.
Lately, it seems that I have been re-reading books I loved and hated years ago. Books I thought were complex or very philosophical, suddenly seemed less so. Books I though had no meaning for me, turned out to be treasures.
The reality of this phenomena is that the books haven’t changed. The words are still the same. What changed was me, the reader. My life experiences changed and so did my enjoyment of the books. I’m glad I started a Reading Journal because now I can finally figure out why I kept a dog-eared, cover almost destroyed copy of “Gone with the Wind.”
‘Til next time,
~Sallie
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