This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: ‘book,’ used any way we like.
I’m scattered today. Probably a blend of fatigue from swimming and a good deal of activity yesterday, and buying the new Paul Simon album, Stranger to Stranger. I’ve been listening to it all day, and it inspired me – not so much to blog about books, but to finish a Trip and T’Pol fan fiction story I began a week or more ago, to do some mellow hometending, and to go out in the yard and take pictures on Instagram in the fading light – the view from here stuff. You can find those and the rest of my growing Instagram gallery here. =)
What you can’t see or here is the way my neighbors are randomly exploding fireworks. That’s distracting, an it makes me jump.
But we’re here today to discuss books, and books are and always have been a huge part of my life.
I learned to read at age 4. At school in the mid-70s, we weren’t “taught” to read until first grade, with Dick and Jane books. I know some people love them; I found them insulting and nearly deadly dull, even at age 6. I went home every night and read things like Black Beauty and Heidi.
When my parents wanted to punish me severely, they didn’t ground me. They took away my reading privileges!
I’ve been sorting books. Everyone in our family can now read at an adult level, and we have probably a couple of thousand children’s books here (a lifestyle occupation of our unschooling life,) and we’ll be moving cross country in the next year or so, so we’re sorting through, little by little, to keep only what is loved and wanted – and, apparently, letting go of books isn’t an easy matter for me, or my daughter. But, oh, the cool books we’re rediscovering! =D
A few years back, my sister was at a party at my house. At one point, she looked around my living room, where only a portion of our many, many books reside, and exclaimed, “I thought I had a lot of books, but you’ve REALLY got a lot of books!” I looked at her incredulously, and said, “Have you met me?!” Maybe that was rude, but I just couldn’t believe that my sibling, with whom I’d shared a room all through childhood, and a house and an apartment as adults, wouldn’t have known beyond doubt how intricately interwoven my life is with books.
There are 160 books on my Kindle! I didn’t realize there was that many, and, to be honest, most of them are in the cloud drive, but the idea that I have access to 160 books on a device barely taller, no wider than, and definitely thinner than, a paperback – and much, much easier to read in bed or carry in my bag – is amazing. I know some people are anti-paper book, or anti-e-reader, but I say “Vive la diversite!”
And, of course, I write books. I’ve learned to plot them first, and I’m getting the hang of revising them. Once I get firm footing with that, I will learn how to self-publish and market them.
Well, I think the neighbors just did their very loud, very pretty, and very distracting finale. A good sign that this post, too, has come to a natural end.