I've always been pretty interested in reading, but I wouldn't have called myself a 'pleasure reader.'
But when I get into something, I get really into it. It's really easy for me to form habits....good thing, that reading is a pretty good habit. I'm not exactly good at forming other good habits like...exercising.
So anyway, ever since last summer, when I started my reading kick. I stacked all of these books in the corner of my room planning to read them all before the summer was over. I was doing really well, I had gotten through like four books by late May, until my older sister introduced me to Twilight. Then a certain three, soon to be four books took over the rest of my summer, and my reading stack. (notice I said 'stack' and not 'list' I never wrote it down.)
Somewhere during the school year, my family decided to get some shelves built in our front room to house all of the books my parents have been collecting over the past 20 something years. Because the shelves were supposed to be built right away, the soon to be shelved books took up a temporary residence in my bedroom which, while I was away at school, apparently had turned into a dumping ground.
That was like...four months ago I want to say. Maybe a little less, and the books are still in my room. Well, they were, until I just moved them into the living room ten minutes ago. By myself. There were a good hundred or so books.
So, ever since my reading kick started I haven't been able to go into Border's without coming out with a mental note to add a book to the stack. This new found habit transferred to the moving of my parent's books.
I kept 8 in my room.
Some because I was wondering what my parents bought it for. like Dr. James Dobson's "The Strong-Willed Child." Did they buy that because of me? I don't think I've spent too many days of my life being 'strong-willed.'
Then there's Charles R. Swindoll's "Living on the Ragged Edge." What does that even mean? And why were my parent's reading it?
My mom got "Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much" as a gift, and it doesn't look like she's read a whole lot of it. Which...makes sense. She still does too much.
I found a hymn book that looks like it might have been lifted from a church we once attended. (I'm going to have to ask them about that one.) But I'm trying to learn the piano, so I kept that one out to see if I could play any of them.
"Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World" is a pretty new book, but the bookmark is only on the 18th page, so I don't think anyone will mind if I add that one to the stack.
Then there's a few more devotional books that I'm going to try out. So it was a pretty productive venture if I do say so myself.
J.
