Venita is my mother, and on Sunday she and my dad celebrated their 34th wedding anniversary! In honor of that momentous occasion, here’s the post my mom did last year about something else she loves deeply.
My name is Venita and Saturday is my wedding anniversary. Jay & I have been married for 33 years and he is the love of my life. I could tell what I love about him, but this is a different kind of love story. This is about my love of books.
The first book I remember loving was a Little Golden Book titled Little Pee Wee. My parents and brothers read it to me when I was a child. It was about a teeny tiny dog named Little Pee Wee that was in the circus because he was so small. Then one day he began to grow and was the size of a regular dog and was no longer special so he had to leave the circus, I cried all the time at this part. As miracles would happen, Little Pee Wee kept on growing and growing and growing and before too long, he really wasn’t Little Pee Wee any longer. He returned to the circus and everyone was happy. The End. I wish I had that book now. Every once in a while I try to find a copy, but I haven’t located one yet. OMG! I just looked online and found it through Amazon. In 7 – 14 days I will have my own copy again!
I vividly remember watching the movie version of Fahrenheit 451 whenever it played on TV back in the 60’s. I was obsessed by a society that secretly carried on the books within their collective memories to future generations. I am ashamed to say that I never have read this wonderful book. I guess I will be reading it right after Little Pee Wee.
I didn’t start out being a reader. Right from the start of first grade, I was a very slow reader and was put in “that group” in school. Reading was not a very pleasant activity for me. I was encouraged to read by my parents, and did read some books for pleasure, but it really didn’t click until college when I realized I wasn’t such a bad reader after all. And then I started to really read for pleasure and knew that books were my friends. This is when my love affair with books began in earnest!
I love the feeling I get when I walk into a bookstore or library. I love the feeling of being surrounded by words yet unread by me. I love the potential of what I will learn. I love the smell of brand new books and the smell of much loved books. I love that books are waiting patiently for me to grab hold and love them. I love the feel of hard covers, dust jackets, and paperbacks. I love the bookshelves crammed tight. I love the treasures I might find hidden. I love that, when I walk into a bookstore, I am greeted by an old friend who does not judge me, but accepts me as I am and welcomes me back every time with open arms, I mean pages.
What is your love story with books?
You can count on me,