I was in a bookstore today and I enjoyed my time there very much. It seemed at that point that I was fuelled by enthusiasm and not excess caffeine. The excess caffeine came later. Anyways, I walked around and found several books that I may want to read. I felt hungry for them. It was exciting.
I love books and reading and bookstores and today I wondered exactly what that means. Sure, some people would probably just enjoy the experience, maybe buy a book or two and leave. Not me. But the question that I ask when someone loves books is "What is it that we really love?" It's not that I love only one kind of book - I like fiction, memoirs, local history, writing and other genres. Is there a common thread? Is it the visual element of books, or is it words, knowledge, escape, learning? Maybe different books offer us different thrills. (Am I a total geek if I find books thrilling? Hmm.) But it still seems strange to me that if something is in book form (and e-books are fine with me too), I feel it has something to offer.
I suspose it's not really worth questioning this love. It's one I share with many other people and since reading is a hobby that's not dangerous to others or self-destructive, I should enjoy it and stop thinking so much. I'm so glad there are books, book reviews and bookstores. Now if I could just finish reading the many books I have on the go, I might let myself buy a new book or two. Here's to being immersed in books and loving it!