All through the summer, when I was a girl, from about junior high on, I would walk to the library at least once a week and check out about 10 books. Two summers I undertook to just read through the fiction and so I was reading epic Russian sagas at the same time I was reading British spy mysteries. It was fun. Although I have to admit that at the speed I was gulping books I may have missed some of the finer points! But nothing gave me more joy. Swim. Read. Swim. Read. All Summer long.
During the work year, while I may get one or two substantive books read, I pretty much stick to fluffier reading. I read mostly to stop thinking rather than to think. ahhhhh. a chance to unwind.
But now during the summer, one of the requirements/privileges of my job is to prepare for the coming year.
This is made so much sweeter by the fact that this year, no one is sick, no one is dying and I’m not recovering from a death in the family. I am so grateful.
So this year, I get to stuff and stuff and stuff and stuff.
And it’s grand. I have no idea how things will all come together or even if they should, but I’m grateful for the opportunity.
Books have always offered me Peace, even as they’ve stirred and excited me.