Oh, the dusty, musty aroma of old books. There’s nothing like it. When I was a child, the library was my favourite place to be. My Grade Five teacher, Mrs. Fogal, wrote on my report card that I “consumed books.” I still do. I love reading, and I’m a fast reader.
My only reading rule is to read for pure enjoyment. This doesn’t mean trashy or cheap novels; in fact, I really don’t enjoy most “chick lit” (I tried to read the Shopaholic book series once. I stopped about three chapters in – the plot was thin, and the main character was a shallow, vapid human being. Ugh.) It means that I don’t make myself read something I feel I should read because it’s popular or important or “literature.” I read Jane Austen and Emily Bronte, but I also read Game of Thrones, and Harry Potter, and The Hunger Games, and non-fiction, historical fiction, and sometimes, I’ll admit it, self-help books (When Panic Attacks by David Burns saved my sanity!)
I haven’t made the leap to an e-reader yet. I probably will someday, but I just can’t let go of the feel of a book in my hand. Besides, how would I thumb ahead to sneak a peek at the end of a chapter with an e-reader? Here’s some things to do with much-loved old books that you desperately need to retire but just don’t have the heart to throw away.
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