“Calgon, Take Me Away!”
Most valuables are squirreled away in drawers, files, safes, closets – away from prying eyes. Perhaps there is sentimental or monetary value.
That is not the case with books, I would argue. Books are on display on our nightstands, our bookcases, stacked by the bed and recliner, and strewn throughout the house. We bring books with us on vacation (perhaps loaded on our Kindle or Nook). They are acquired at garage sales and book sales. We gift books for birthdays and Christmas and events in between. There are favorites we may re-read on occasion, and books we wish to read (oh, we need more time), as well as those gifted to us or found by happenstance. Never enough bookcases in our house for the number of books we have.
Remember going to the library and having free rein to find a stack of books to check out and take home? For me it was Cherry Ames, Nancy Drew, The Boxcar Children, The Secret Garden, Trixie Belden, Little Women, Charlotte’s Web and James and the Giant Peach. That’s just a very small list from my childhood.
What I value now more than ever is the luxury of being so absorbed by a story that I can tune out loud noises and people’s conversations. Reading is my “Calgon, Take me Away!”