The other day I was watching The Day After Tomorrow on TV. If you’ve seen the movie you know that some of the characters get trapped by the storm in New York in the public library. The book lover and nerd in me would have loved to be that close and personal with that many books; to be honest it would have been a lovely situation (if not for the freezing temperatures and the lack of food, of course). I’m getting of topic…anyway, in order to keep warm, they start burning books. I was horrified by that fact, I turned to look at hubby and very seriously told him that if it came to that (you know, like freezing to death) he could burn all the furniture first; my books were to be the very last resource.
Have I mentioned that hubby does not like reading? If there is any proof that opposites attract it would be my marriage. Getting back to the topic now…He had the audacity of telling me that books where just ‘paper’, I think he was purposely trying to give me heart failure or something. Even though I tried to explain what books meant to me I don’t think I did a very good job, but it probably went something like this:
Books are not just paper or a nuisance (which he often says when I leave them all over the place or has to keep buying bookshelves); they are the portal to many adventures. They are full of amazing characters that come alive within its pages and they become great friends or formidable enemies. Books bring many worlds into existence, nothing is impossible there; not flying, or being invisible, or a werewolf, or survive a deadly disease or even the end of the world. Books can make you cry, cringe, laugh, scared, suspicious, distrustful, sad or happy. Books transport you anywhere you would like to be and even to places that you didn’t know existed. Sometimes, books and characters can stay with you for a long time and you can recapture that special feeling every time you open its pages.
Of course I also pointed out that most of the movies he likes are based on books, which he seemed to understand better.
What do books mean to you? Why do you read? Did I do a good job with my explanation?