5.31.2012

"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend..." - Groucho Marx

The best gift my mother ever gave me was a love for reading. Between the worn covers of a book lives some of my closest friends. I can gently stoke the pages and relive the hours spent in that other life --so unlike my own. 

I am so thankful for those books. The characters I've met within them. The strange, unearthly attachments that have formed. Because, oftentimes, Washington is lonely..

7 comments:

poptartyogini said...

I think this is why I was an English major. The great gatsby and Harry potter never have other plans. They're always right where I left them and ready to entertain me.

Tamara @ T {times} Three said...

I totally agree! What are some of your favorite books? I'm always looking for some to add to my list!

Helen said...

I know how you feel girlie! I'm the same, the best thing I got from my Mother was my love of reading.

Bethany Scruggs said...

I know exactly how you feel! :)

Mrs Independent said...

See here's the thing. We did finally find a house in Seattle. West Seattle to be exact. I get there in July. Bring your book loving self over to my book loving self's house and we'll book it up. Together. Not so lonely!

Laura said...

Awww, what a sweet post! I did feel that way about books but I think I'm now starting to feel that way about blogging ;)

Gail @ Sophisticated Steps said...

I love that all three of my children love books. Guess all that reading to them at bedtime works. ;)