book greed

i find myself seriously lacking in discipline. i started the blog in order to write about food, my favorite subject. but life has interrupted and i find myself lacking the time to cook the special things that i wanted to revisit from my childhood. so in an effort to be disciplined by at least posting something on the blog every month, i'm going to write about my book greed. i have an insatiable love of reading. reading is as essential to me as breathing. i always have books to read and always read before going to sleep at night. when i travel, i have to bring a book with me, lest i feel the need to read and don't have a book to read which would lead to me to stress out, believe me a bad thing when traveling.

so to me, the best thing ever, is the public library. what a deal! what a wondrous thing, to fill out a piece of paper, get a little card and boom, they let you into a a building filled with books of every imaginable sort and you get to choose any book you want and get this, they let you take it home with you, for free! my love of the public library comes from my mother, who took us religiously every three weeks during the summer, and we would spend a lazy afternoon there, looking for books, and inevitably i would end up with six or seven paperbacks, because, the book greed was even strong with me then, and i never wanted to be without a book to read.

i'm already reading 2 books, when my library books expired today. one book i was able to renew, the other one was requested, so i had to bring it back. when i walked in the library, i knew that i shouldn't check out another book, but the book greed over took me. leaving the library without looking at the books would have been akin to someone telling me not to breathe. so many books, so many words and thoughts that could enlighten me, or delight me, or thrill me, or humor me, or just make me awestruck at the beauty of the english language. how could i not take the time to browse through the books? what if i didn't browse through the books and i missed the one book that would make me marvel at the world we live in and somehow make me feel something that would in turn, make me a better person for just having read someone's carefully crafted prose? and so i go through the racks of new fiction and new non-fiction. my eye caught by the title or the cover art. and of course i find two more books to check out. i go to the counter and dutifully hand over my library card. and lo and behold, i walk out with two more treasures to savor. and now, it's time to read.