I love many things in this life...my greatest passion is ART...I am one of the lucky ones that was born with this passion. Another great passion of mine...is BOOKS!!!! Books...Books....Books...I am crazy about them! I have them everywhere....piled high in stacks in the bedroom (never enough shelves)....piled high in stacks in the hallway...three deep on the bookshelves I do have... tons of cookbooks in the kitchen....books in the living room...I NEVER can get enough books! I always say to myself that I will finish every single one of them before I leave this earth. I love old books...new books...big books...little books...on every subject...it doesn't matter...I love anything or any place having to do with books...libraries...used or new book stores...other people's books...books I get as gifts...one of my favorite things in life is to discover a "new" book...one that you know you are going to love before you even open it...one that grabs you from the very first page...one that keeps you awake at night...one that you reach for from your nightstand first thing in the morning..this is the kind of book that I'm reading right now...I discovered this book in a little gift shop in Camino...which is a tiny little town up the road from where I live...in the very back of the shop there is a small (I mean small) room that is crammed with books...wonderful books! and CHEAP! I found a beautiful Andrew Wyeth art book there last week (coffee table size) for seven dollars.
I also found this book..I had never heard of this book before...but it was one of those books that reached out and said "You have to have me"....I am almost finished reading it now...looking forward to seeing how it will end...and... sad at the same time because I will be done with it. It is a wonderful book...that's why I am sharing it with you...my blogging pals...I know you will LOVE it!
"When we read we may not only be kings and live in castles, but, what is far better, we may transport ourselves to the mountains or the seashore, and visit the most beautiful parts of the earth, without fatigue, inconvenience, or expense". John Lubbock
A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room. I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase; I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly closed, I was shrined in double retirement.
Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand ; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the dear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast. Charlotte Bronte...Jane Eyre.