“Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.”
– Vera Nazarian
I’m going to talk about how much I love books. And, holy crap, do I love books! I mean, I really really love books.
I saw the picture to the right on Facebook the other day, and I felt a little tingle in my stomach. Seriously, I’m that big of a nerd! I know that feeling of ‘magic’ that it’s referring to….the feeling of holding a book in your hand, smelling the pages, wondering what other life is waiting inside for you to slip into. It’s addictive, man, I’m tellin’ ya.
And, admittedly, I do have a slight problem when it comes to that kind of addiction. I’m obsessed with buying and owning these books, but I don’t exactly always get around to reading them. You know what I mean? It’s like the food thing – you know how when someone thinks they’re crazy hungry so they pile their plate with food and then they’re not quite able to finish it? You call that your eyes being bigger than your stomach, right? Or something like that. Well, I have that problem with books. My eyes are bigger than the amount of free hours I have in a day. So, with that being the case, I own a huge bookshelf, overflowing with books, and I could honestly bet you that there are about 1/3 of them sitting there unread.
Eh. Oh well. I’m sure there are worse addictions to have.
So, with this book addiction of mine comes another addiction. The library. Holy cow, the library is the greatest thing ever invented. EVER. I mean, hello? There are thousands of books just sitting there waiting for you to borrow them and read them. For free! What kind of person doesn’t take advantage of that? Books. For you to read. For free. Duuuuh! Ok, am I the only person that gets this excited about books? Please tell me I’m not. Please? Anybody?
I’m lucky enough to work right down the road from the local library. And, apparently, I spend quite a bit of time there. Just yesterday when I went by to check out a book, one of the librarians said, “I haven’t seen your name on the ‘hold’ list in a while. Everything ok?” Heh. Um, wow. Ok, first of all, I don’t even know this lady. I’ve seen her quite a few times, of course, but there are many librarians that file in and out and I didn’t recall having seen her any more often than anyone else. But apparently, she remembers me. Strangely, that made me kind of proud. See? Nerd.
I have turned to that library so many times over the years. Problems with the kids? Head to the library. There’s a parenting book for that. Stressful day at work? Head to the library at lunch. Grab an easy read and sit in the stillness for an hour before you have to jump back into reality. Relationship problems? Head to the library. Breathe in the quiet and calm and check out a book about relationship issues and find out where you’re going wrong. [Funny tidbit on that topic: a friend of mine was going through a rough time in a relationship recently, so I went to the library and checked out my ‘go-to’ relationship book for her to read. When I gave her my precious breakup bible, she realized there was a piece of paper stuck in it. What was it, you ask? A receipt. My receipt. The receipt from the last time I checked the book out was still in it. Ha! Apparently I’m the only one who reads that thing. Isn’t it time for them to just give it to me?? By the way, the book is called “It’s Called a Breakup Because It’s Broken” by the author of “He’s Just Not That Into You,” Greg Behrendt and his wife, Amiira. It rocks.]
And now that you know what a nerd I am about books, you’ll have a better understanding for why I’m so incredibly excited about what is getting ready to happen to me. One of these days over the next few weeks, I’m going to get home from work and there is going to be a box waiting at my door. And inside this box is going to be ten brand new books that haven’t even been released in the stores yet. And you know why I’m getting that box of books? Because my name is listed in them as an author.
My name is listed as an author.
Holy crap, just typing that sentence gave me goose bumps. This silly blog that I started just nine short months ago, and that now is bordering on 13,000 views, has led me to this. Because I took the chance that someone might like something that I had written, I am going to be a published author. A published author! The closer it gets, the more real it becomes. My name is going to be listed among other writers in the book Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game. Me! The lover of the written word, the nerd who can’t stay out of bookstores, the girl who is known on a first name basis by the librarian…I am now going to walk into these places knowing that somewhere within them lies a book that has my name in it.
Somebody pinch me!
Kind of strange how life works out sometimes, isn’t it? I am so grateful to all of the authors that have come before me. The ones who have written the many books that I have read and have shown me what pleasure can come from reading someone else’s story. It blows my mind to think that I am going to be sitting on their side of the table now. Somewhere someone will be in my place – they will be the nerd sitting at the bookstore or at the library or on their couch with their cat. They will pick up this book and start reading a story that touches them in some way, and they’ll look to the name of the author, and it will be mine. Mine.
Full circle, people. Life always finds a way to come back full circle.
This is the stuff dreams are made of.
“It is the writer who might catch the imagination of young people, and plant a seed that will flower and come to fruition.”
– Isaac Asimov