corner view~books

Is there anything better than a great book?

At the ripe age of eighteen I met a woman named Mimi Mills, she was the widow of a famous author, she was close to ninety then.  What I remember most about her was her books.  Every room in her house had books, piles of them -- even in the bathroom.  The first time I was in her home I was struck by the fact that I was in a place where books were sacred, they were loved, they each had a world within them, and likely, many memories associated with them.  Mimi used to write to me while I was away at college, notes on scrap pieces of paper, napkins, anything she could find, usually just a few lines.  

I love books.  In my dream house there is an entire room dedicated for reading, a library with floor to ceiling built-in shelves, comfortable chairs, fluffy pillows, a coffee table for tea, a working fireplace, plenty of windows for natural light, a Tiffany floor lamp.

I read books to inspire myself, I read to get lost, I read to laugh, I read to think and learn, and sometimes I read to stop thinking.

I have kept journals since I was a child.  I am teaching my children the same, for sometimes the stories we tell, the books we write, are most important for our growth.

I am very proud that my husband is a published author, and he continues to write more and more novels daily.  I hope to publish my writing someday.  I am also proud that all of our children write stories - 30, 40, 50 pages long.  Because everyone has a story to tell.

To see more views about books from around the world go to the sidebar here at Jane's blog.  Top photo by my daughter, Skylar.