I LOVE to read. Love, love, love it - ever since I can remember. So it's important to me that my kids love it, too. The older two don't, but my four year old son - oh, how he loves to read. He loves the peaceful quiet of the library, the promise of future friendships and love affairs on the shelves. Two out of three ain't bad. It's quite handy, that song, when you're a parent of three.
The town we live in just spent over 7 million dollars renovating the local library and it is out of this world gorgeous. I want to work there - no, LIVE there. It brings me a feeling of peace and joy that my own home cannot because my home is never so quiet and beautiful. The only flaw that it has is that it closes at 5:30 pm, so by the time the kids and I get there after work and school, we have about 45 minutes to an hour to soak it up.
The last few visits, I've hunted down my favourite authors to see if they'd released anything new (within the past month to 10 years, before my second and third children came to steal away my time) and to my delight, there have been "new" books! One from Nick Hornby, another from Jhumpa Lahiri, Wally Lamb...and each time, I've checked them out while daydreaming about all the cozy, rainy days in bed for me to get lost in the books. The image of myself, stylishly dressed and without a child in sight, tucked away in a cafe corner, devouring stories from my favourite tellers or poring over the treasures while I take a luxurious bath (we don't have a tub, btw) is almost enough to make me skip to the counter. Every time, I tell myself that I will carve time out and treat myself to just sitting and reading.
So far, I've returned three books unfinished, in two cases, UNOPENED over the course of a MONTH.
I'm currently Day 5 into owner(borrow)ship of Jhumpa Lahiri's The Lowland. The cover is gorgeous and just the fact that it was written by her makes me positive that I will fall in love with it, as I have with all of her other stories. But have I even opened it? No. Will I make some progress by Day 7? Damn straight. Damn straight I hope to, we'll see if I actually will be able to.
I'll let you know how it went in a month. Tonight was supposed to be the night, but a round of baking, laundry and dishes later - it's 12:25 am and I have to be up in 5 hours.
Tomorrow, I will open the book, tomorrow.