As I've mentioned in my last post, I've kind of been in the Christmas mood much earlier than usual this year. Partly, it is because of having a child and being much slower paced at things. Partly, because I like it.
Let me sidetrack here a bit. I wrote, 'like.' When really I normally use the word, 'Love.' Well, I'm just going to explain myself real quick. I know the difference between liking things and loving. I know what 'true' love is. I know that we love people. We don't love things. Or perhaps, shouldn't love things.
But I use the word love in place of like all the time. And I do it with this thought, each time. Knowing that it's probably the not the best way to describe my affection for something.
"I loooove my new book!"
So let's just know, that I know, and use the Love word to express my feelings for certain things and places and events. It's just a phrase. I don't really love paper. But I do appreciate it's texture, or the fine printing on the paper. Or paper pages. Or the craft or art put into creating something out of paper...Anyway...you get the point. That goes for all things I appreciate or admire...or like.
I was looking for some old classic books. For decorative purposes. For Christmas. And I was looking for cheap classic books. I can't believe that some of these 'antique' stores charge almost 40 dollars for a book they probably got for free somewhere. Anyway, the last stop had cheap classics and I got some Christmas ones. Little did I know, that it would be the beginning of a reawakening for me!
Last night I started Little Women. It has been so long since I've read fiction or even a classic! It actually took me some time to decompress, let go of my daily thoughts and distractions, and get into the book. But oh, how lost have I become in the words. In the story. I'm going to admit, for anyone who's read the book, chapter six had me in tears!
How I've missed this feeling of forgetting the present world and living in a world of make-believe.
My current reading has been about babies. Baby food, baby growth...etc. Plants. Food. Recipes. House things. Articles and blog posts. Lots of skimming. Browsing. (honestly, waste of time.) Non-fiction. Unfinished books. More browsing. But nothing that had me captivated for longer than, I don't even know! I'm going to blame the distraction of social media and fast paced internet. (all that falls under those categories.) Attention span is different now. Patience is...uhm...
"I want information. Now!" "This is too slow!" On and on...
So today, Friday, I'll admit that for every nap Jemma took, I was reading Little Woman. And it didn't bother me that I didn't fold the towels piled on the guest bed. Engrossed. Giggling. Crying. Texting my husband that I'm silly and I'm crying. Pausing and thinking, when did I stop reading like this? Why?
So. I love reading. I love books. Actual paper books. The turning of pages. The typed words. Vocabulary and grammar. (don't look for that here.) I love old books. In fact, this little copy I found had the sweetest Christmas note attached to it, from 1922. And I find these things fascinating.
I'm looking forward to reading more classics. And collecting more books.
And now, back to reading.