I love books.
When I was in elementary school Daddy would take me to the library.
It was so hard to decide which books to get!
Those trips to the library were the beginning of my love of books…and the library.
I was happiest when I was off by myself with a book.
I would get lost in the pages and time would disappear.
It is the same today.
I will read for what seems like a short time then I will realize the day is over.
I get upset because none of the stuff that needs to be done has gotten done.
You know, that bothersome stuff that always needs to be done.
Sometimes at night I will get all comfy in my bed and read.
If I am not careful I will read all night.
There have been times when the sky begins to lighten and I haven’t slept at all.
I bought a Nook a couple of years ago and thought it would be so wonderful.
Well, it is nice but not wonderful.
I do use it but prefer a real book.
There is something magical about a real book with paper pages.
I like the feel of it in my hands.
I like the seeing the cover of a book.
I like to see the words on paper and to turn the pages.
I like to flip back and forth through the pages.
I like seeing a book on the table.
I like going to the library.
I read books on the Nook but it is not as satisfying as a real book.
Somehow it is hard for me to get lost in an e-book
An e-reader is definitely not as magical as a book.
And I miss the library.
I am thankful for the wonder of books and for the happy hours they have given me.
I am so very thankful for the teachers who taught me to read.
And I am thankful that Daddy took the time to let me explore the library.
Today, I think that about does it for 30 Days of Thankful and Day 4 about me.