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?
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Great post. I think you did a good job explaining what books mean to you.
ReplyDeleteI love that books give me 'life experience'. They allow me to feel things I have never felt. Really good books change the way I think. At other times, a book is simply an escape - I get to laugh & fall in love with the hero, all my troubles on hold for awhile.