I shared this meme on the Facebook pages of my sister-in-law and my niece-in-law (her daughter-in-law…you know how important proper relationship placement is to me.)
I’ll admit it was one of the less controversial posts of the week on my page.
Really there wasn’t so much stirring the pot with this one.
But, it did get me thinking.
That may be true for many or even most people, but I like to think my library is so diverse that one would think I possess multiple personalities…OK, some already do…or the house is full of avid readers.
It is not.
My library ranges from Austen to Zola, as in Emile Zola, not my sister Zola.
Or Aussa’s dog for that matter.
But, I digress.
Reading is important. I have the attention span of a gnat, and I read several books at a time, picking them UP and putting them down when I feel the need to move on, or see a shiny object, or a squirrel.
I read classics, I read non-fiction, tons of history, even more historical fiction, and there are biographies on every shelf.
And yes, there are more volumes on the American Civil Conflict in my library than any ten people I know.
There are books in every room, books by my chair, books by the bed; they make me happy.
As sure as I am that they all say a little something about me, I’m not so sure perusing the book shelves in my home will fill you in on who I really am.
That would take a conversation.
Or, who knows, maybe the books do tell my story.
Have a great Monday.
*my apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein.