Committed to... the library!
I finished Committed in a about a day. I loved it. I actually feel glad to be married and that I am married to someone that I care about, who cares about me and agrees with me most of the time. It could be so much worse!
I have discovered the library. Both the public library, which I have barely used in the last ten years, and the university library, which until last week I could count on one hand the number of times I had entered. So, on Sunday I ventured, coffee in hand, to study in the pure and blissful silence of the university library. I decided quite quickly that I need to pack up and move in (silence is a rarely experienced luxury in our home). The public library is amazing too. I have been filling my brain with books and ideas. In fact, I am taking a memoir writing workshop at the public library on Saturday. I thought it might be an interesting hour and half, and I really do love to write. Just as much as I love to read. I am rekindling my love for fiction and quickly becoming an addict.
As a child I went to the public library after school two or three days a week. I got in trouble at school once for walking to the library after school without a parent permission slip. My mom was not upset with me because she knew I was supposed to go to the library, but she did write a note for the rest of the year that gave me the option of riding the bus home OR walking to the library. In the small town that I grew up in we had a small one-room library that is linked with the Great River Regional Library system. I remember when we first got a library in our town. The first thing I loved was that I could rent movies... for FREE! My love grew from borrowing movies, to the art books. I checked out every single drawing book from the library and would draw every picture. Then I fell in love with fairy tales, especially the ones from other cultures. I read through every fairy tale book at least once. Then I read the entire juvenile fiction section book by book, followed by the science fiction section. By sixth grade I had worked myself into the adult fiction section and was reading John Grisham. Throughout these years I would check out an average of about fifteen books a week and read every single one of them. My addiction actually got so bad that my mom grounded me from reading for a whole week. I was DEVASTATED! What happened to me between then and now? Well, I've read fiction off and on until I had kids, and then... nothing. Don't get me wrong, I've read books, but just not fiction and not much variety. So realising that there are books and books and books waiting for me is exhilarating. And I not only want to read fiction. I want to read memoirs and history books and learn about music and politics and.... well, everything. I feel like a sponge. I want to bath in books. And, as hard as it is right now with school, I am reading for fun again!
I have discovered the library. Both the public library, which I have barely used in the last ten years, and the university library, which until last week I could count on one hand the number of times I had entered. So, on Sunday I ventured, coffee in hand, to study in the pure and blissful silence of the university library. I decided quite quickly that I need to pack up and move in (silence is a rarely experienced luxury in our home). The public library is amazing too. I have been filling my brain with books and ideas. In fact, I am taking a memoir writing workshop at the public library on Saturday. I thought it might be an interesting hour and half, and I really do love to write. Just as much as I love to read. I am rekindling my love for fiction and quickly becoming an addict.
As a child I went to the public library after school two or three days a week. I got in trouble at school once for walking to the library after school without a parent permission slip. My mom was not upset with me because she knew I was supposed to go to the library, but she did write a note for the rest of the year that gave me the option of riding the bus home OR walking to the library. In the small town that I grew up in we had a small one-room library that is linked with the Great River Regional Library system. I remember when we first got a library in our town. The first thing I loved was that I could rent movies... for FREE! My love grew from borrowing movies, to the art books. I checked out every single drawing book from the library and would draw every picture. Then I fell in love with fairy tales, especially the ones from other cultures. I read through every fairy tale book at least once. Then I read the entire juvenile fiction section book by book, followed by the science fiction section. By sixth grade I had worked myself into the adult fiction section and was reading John Grisham. Throughout these years I would check out an average of about fifteen books a week and read every single one of them. My addiction actually got so bad that my mom grounded me from reading for a whole week. I was DEVASTATED! What happened to me between then and now? Well, I've read fiction off and on until I had kids, and then... nothing. Don't get me wrong, I've read books, but just not fiction and not much variety. So realising that there are books and books and books waiting for me is exhilarating. And I not only want to read fiction. I want to read memoirs and history books and learn about music and politics and.... well, everything. I feel like a sponge. I want to bath in books. And, as hard as it is right now with school, I am reading for fun again!
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