The Baby Who Saved Dr. Cynical


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I couldn’t  have made it through childhood or adolescence without books. My mind would have imploded and I would have died of boredom-driven insanity. I am positive of it.

So understand how hard it is for me to wrap my brain around the concept that some people don’t read, don’t have books of their own, don’t experience the wonderful, life-saving, soul-igniting awe that I have found in a story.

I’m a better person because I read.  Maybe I’m a more arrogant person because I read, but I’m thinking we all would be better people if we read. Our children would be better people, too.  Because books expand you.  They expand your vision and your imagination and your command of language.  Those that read have more tools in their mental toolbox with which to communicate.

That’s why I’m on the board of my parish library (in Louisiana we have parishes instead of counties-most readers know this, right?). I am very proud to be an official Friend of the Library.  I am also excited and hopeful that I will be picked to distribute books for World Book Night.

You, too, can help the world improve.  Volunteer at your local library or to be a part of your community literacy efforts.  Go here : http://www.us.worldbooknight.org/ and apply to distribute books.   Give a single book to your nephew or your grandchild or a complete stranger.  No effort is too small.  They all count.  They all add up.  They all make a better, perhaps even a saner, world.

 

 

A Tribute to Books

”"Sunday morning, sipping down the last dregs of a great ‘working’ weekend away. Usually these weekends are writers’ conferences, where we hear industry news, feed each others’ insecurities and bolster their hopes simultaneously, learn new techniques and get refresher courses in the basics.

But this weekend was different. It was a READERS conference. And it filled this reader’s soul with an enthusiasm for the written word in a whole different way than writing does.

Reading is my first love. Since I could sit up by myself, and probably before that, I have loved books. Right before my beloved father died, he had forgotten so much, but he could still quote the pages of my Counting Book from Golden Books. ‘High in the sky in the shape of a V, how many wild ducks can you see? Hurry and count them as they fly. You can see nine ducks and so can I.’

Books shield me from boredom.   If you don’t know me, you might not realize how big this is for me.  I am at my most miserable–not just uncomfortable–but totally out of touch with who I am and what my purpose is–when I am bored.

But that is not all books do.

Their plots give me  answers to my own life story.  Their characters show me people  so different than the ones I surround myself with, safely giving me a bigger world and preparing me for the time when I step outside my  comfort zone.  Those characters also show me that there is someone out there  kind of like me and being me is okay.

And this weekend, surrounded by readers who celebrate their love for books, I am reminded of who I am.  I am you-a reader.

Thanks to all who have renewed that joy in me.

 

I’ve love them dearly, but the seem to multiply while I sleep. I’ve got them stacked everywhere, next to couches, on the breakfast table, even in the bathrooms!

Those beautiful, glossy magazines with their dramatic and enticing headlines plastered in super-large font across airbrushed model’s torsos are a passion I inherited from my mother. I’m a sucker for those little post cards that promise a year’s worth of home delivery for under ten bucks.

But I don’t read them as fast as they arrive. And then there are the articles and recipes I want to keep….

So I took this past weekend to gather up all my magazines that haven’t had their pages flipped yet. I spent many happy hours speed-reading them and tearing out recipes I’ll probably lose before I get a chance to try. And then I tore off their mailing labels and donated the remaining carcasses to a car repair shop’s waiting room.

And you were wondering where those mangled magazines came from. Now you know–my house! Sorry about the article that will never end because it had a chocolate mousse recipe on the back of the page.

Oh, an oddity that I’ve passed on to MY daughter, along with my love of magazines: I read magazines from back to front. While visiting her, I discovered that she does the same! Good to know I’ve had at least some influence in her very successful life!

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