I must confess tis I. I love books and think a house is naked without book shelves. I have books in about every nook and cranny of our house. Books are my security blanket. I actually love the smell and feel of books. Especially the texture of older leather bound books.
My father loved to read and passed that love on to me. I still remember the last book he read to me. He died when I was seven so that memory is precious.
Give me a cup of tea, a good book and some fine music and I have my own little slice of heaven.
Ah, but is some of your furniture actually books?
We have two end tables that are really stacks of books I can't fit in the shelves.
We also have a myriad of stacks in assorted corners.
Nicely written. Beautiful thoughts.
Yes! When I was a little girl my father told me since I was an only child I should learn to read a variety of books as they would make great friends. I did- and they have.
I've inherited many lovely older books from various family members..all my bookcases are full and I have many in storage. I buy books, I borrow books from the library, and no day is complete without reading. I usually keep a "junk food for the brain" book going- i.e. mysteries, and a "good for my mind" book- this week it's The Autobiography of Mark Twain.
Some books from childhood I re-read every couple of years: The Little Engine That Could, Stuart Little, The Secret Garden etc. Some of these do me a world of good!
My father was right.