John Green, author/podcaster/vlogger/nerdfighter, recently shared a fabulous story about one book’s unlikely survival. Check it out:
Has a book ever crossed your path in an unlikely fashion? Let me know in the comments. And watch this space to learn about the most prized book in my collection.
Our neighbors across the street have this lovely house that looks a bit like a log cabin. The front features several big windows and a porch the length of the building where the owners stack the fuel for their fireplace. During the winter months, I love stepping outside at night to feel the cold air on my face, spy the smoke coming out of their chimney and smell that wonderful burning wood scent.
Last week, the neighbors decided to ignore the calendar entirely and put up their artificial Christmas tree. My first thought was, “Surely, it’s too soon. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet!” Then, I reprimanded myself. So what if it’s early? Perhaps they need a little holiday cheer in their lives right now.
The best part is… I get to enjoy their tree, too. When I’m sitting at my desk and working, I can peer out the window and see the colored lights of that tree shining brightly into the quiet of the night.
“Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together — just the two of you. A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people — people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.” –E.B. White
How could you tell?
If you happened to be passing by the windows of our home, sitting at the dining room table or listening on the other end of the phone, you’re very likely to hear one of these statements:
1. Get off the table! (Yes, this is directed at the cats, not M.)
2. Sweet dreams. See also: Nighty night, rabbit. (Due to our opposite schedules, we rarely get the pleasure of sleeping in the same bed at the same time.)
3. Kill ’em a lot! (M is a gamer. I slay people in fiction.)
4. Five minutes. (Generally uttered after putting the kettle on for tea. For a snooze request, I ask for 10 minutes.)
5. I love you, my heart. (Also: my own, my love, my sugar plum and sweetie pie. We’re foolish romantics. What can I say?)
