I am absolutely captivated by Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book, The Signature of All Things.
It required a real effort to tear myself away from it to get some house cleaning done, but I managed it (all the while thinking of the book). My kids have been playing together fabulously for the weekend, allowing me many quiet moments absorbed in my book.
This book has quickly risen to the top of my all-time favourite books, along with Barbara Kingsolver’s The Poisonwood Bible. It is the perfect literary mix of adventure, romance, and travel, and I am loving every word.
I’ve never much been one for bedtime stories.
By the time bedtime arrived, especially when my kids were small, reading a book was more of a chore than a sweet nighttime routine. I was always exhausted and as ready for bed as they were.
Besides, reading books in our house always meant questions. My children engage in books – and for that I am grateful – but this has never allowed for a quiet story before sleep.
Earlier in the day though, I am happy to read. With children now aged 8 and 10, I am incredibly thankful that they still enjoy having an occasional book read to them.
Plus now, they sometimes read them to me.
Sometimes, it is the words on a page that give me pause.
I love to learn from books, to gather ideas from books. At the moment, I am reading Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. I am slowly beginning to think of myself as a writer, aiming to have published work. But here is always that tiny inner voice, that is cause for hesitation.
This book makes me believe that I can, that I am.
It is the definition of inspiration.
There is nothing like spending time with a good book.
I grab a few minutes whenever I can: With my coffee in the afternoons, while the kids watch tv, even while supper is cooking.
I love being surrounded by books – they line my shelves and give me comfort. I am not myself unless I have one to read.
My sister posted this quote on her Facebook the other day: “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, the man who never reads lives only one.” How apt. (I believe it is from the book A Dance with Dragons, although I can’t be certain.)
And now I must go escape with my book…