Sunday, July 5, 2009

Little homecomings

Whenever I start to feel estranged from myself I stand in front of my bookshelf and read the titles of my books—all those dear old friends. More than anything, they bring me back.

6 comments:

shawn said...

funny ... any new apartment, house or abobe I've moved into never feels like home until I have unpacked by books ... just knowing they are there provides an anchor for my soul ... they are indeed old friends who are there when you need them ...

CJGallegos said...

I need a bookshelf in every room. Just glancing at them brings comfort. You can't go to bed with a Kindle even though the words might be the same.

CJGallegos said...

p.s. Is that "You and Me..." on the bottom shelf?

Tai said...

It sure is. Always within reach.

itzktb said...

Funny, after I read a book, even if I love it I like to give it away. I think I'm the only reader I know who prefers not to have books around. Excuse me while I go and wonder why.

Tai said...

You just don't like a lot of clutter, Cake, and books can be cluttery. That's my theory.