I have missed books.
Twitter, Facebook, blogs and other quick and dirty substitutes have elbowed their way into the mainstream, leaving books to the devoted few.
In college, I coveted my class books and refused to sell back any literary gems at the end of any semester. I didn't want to part with the stories that filled up so much of my heart and mind.
This, of course, has resulted in towing along approximately 300 lbs in hardbacks over the years throughout our many moves. Probably only 3 oz on a disk if I took the time to scan them.
The surge of connection felt through reading other people's blogs is addictive and so very entertaining but it cannot compare to reading an actual book.
There is a slow introduction of character you pick up with every page, hints and nuances of someone's inner map and desires. Not an "About" page.
There are chapters where you fall in love, get angry with, and choose sides. Not an abbreviated status update about forgetting to drink coffee over the weekend (mine).
A good book brings personalities to life, offers up friends with whom you can identify or reject without repercussion, and scenery you can't wait to wake up to in the morning.
When I wrap myself in a blanket and crack open pages of a book, I am setting out to listen and follow, not talk or guide the way.
The one-sidedness of it is a relief.
Today, as I stare at my new novel to finish, I am thankful to Book Club for bringing books back to my life.
This month's book is Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.
I'm only on page 7 or so but already, I love the little girl with amber curls and scared eyes. I can't wait to see where she takes me.
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