Most of the books I've found here and there this summer.
I recently told you that city libraries no longer thrill my heart as they did for whole decades, beginning as a small girl. And okay, that probably sounds sad, especially to you who still adore libraries.
But something I find serendipitous and sweet? My own home library now makes my heart ooze with cozy, sweet thoughts. I prefer my own shelves of books and always, they wait for me. Here, here at home.
I've spent the majority of my life collecting good, morally decent books, ones which I read repeatedly and never tire of and the result has surprised me: My books so content me (along with those 300+ upon my kindle cloud reader) that if I never, ever step through the doors of another city library, well, I'll be just fine.
And speaking of surprises .... I used to keep all my unread books upon a certain shelf so I'd know exactly where to find something new. But now? Now I prefer to mix all my books together, the much-read and the not-yet read, alphabetical by author, because during our long, cold winters, especially, it becomes a delight to browse my shelves like this:
"Hmm, no... don't feel like rereading that one."
"Oh! Here's a good winter book."
"Yay! I thought I'd given this other one away."
"Oh, I remember when I first read that book at 14."
"Wait! Here's a book I've never read before. What's this one about?"
"Aha! There's another one beside it which is new. I don't even recall buying that one."
Could anything be more fun during a blizzard than that sort of book search? That city library feeling which didn't require piling on clothes and hats and boots and then being pelted by icy flakes, shoveling snow then driving inside a cold car down slippery streets and walking up snowy steps into a stuffy room which becomes too hot right away because of all ones winter clothes? And then having to make the trip back home and peeling off that coat and hat and boots and --
Well, at this stage of my life, I will choose my home library, the one I imagined and planned at 16, but doubted I'd actually attain. Finally, after much focused searching through boxes at hundreds of yard sales (many in dark basements) and buying books online, I have the library that teenager of long ago dreamed about. Which goes to show, dreams can come true inch-by-inch, so never despise any day of small beginnings.
All dreams begin with a tiny seed... and God-given dreams, grow. Big.
See that sweet old mirror with the pink roses in the corner? I found that at a yard sale last month--it was covered with probably 30 years' worth of dust. Love that sort of thing.
Anyone else enjoy collecting vintage Scholastic Books? I found a nifty Ebay article about collecting them yesterday. Find the first part here. I was encouraged to find that I'm not the only adult who still collects those things!
Enjoy vintage kids' lit.? Here's a free kindle book for you: Dandelion Cottage.
And here's another free kindle book by the same author: The Cinder Pond.