Something I can Read

I read too much. I salivate at any library. I usually check out so much literature that the sweet librarians have to double and triple the free plastic bags that I ask for: and I spend too much of my time reading. I always have.

Reading is good. It is very good. But anything in excess is bad. And I read in excess.

I finish a new book every couple of days, with several books on the side about health or finance or parenting.

Books tend to become a part of my soul as I read them; I think about the stories and characters constantly. So, when the author goes too far and adds unnessecary themes or scenes merely to titilate or addict their readers it effects me deeply. Hence, finding good adult fiction is impossible, and I usually choose not to read that genre.

But sometimes, like tonight, I pick something good. Moments ago I pulled "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee from our bookshelf.

I was enchanted. Thank you Mr. Lee for writing a hard story with amazing characters. Thank you for making kind characters deeply kind. Thank you for making children as brilliant and pure as they are. Thank you for Atticus who is my husband's hero. Thank you for writing delicately about important subjects that should not be described in gorey detail. Thank you for increasing my vocabulary. Thank you for being fiction that I can read.