September 26, 2013 by comhomflt
I saw this sign in one of those touristy shops along North Conway’s Main Street this summer and couldn’t resist taking a picture. I know it may come as a shock to some, but given the choice, I’d rather have books than chocolate! I offer as proof the fact that I exited the store with nothing more than three books. I will not deny, though, that it is possible for the reading experience to be enhanced by chocolate. In the end, however, the need for books prevails over that for chocolate.
Reading is not only a delight, but also a wonderful privilege! As I studied through ancient history with my son over the previous two years, it amazed me to discover how unusual it was for an ancient civilization to have a written language. We tried to imagine life without written words; and though there is good to be said for oral tradition, I ended up feeling sad for the people of those civilizations. There was no way to preserve their history or to learn from it as each chose or to escape into worlds outside that of their own experience. This realization made me so thankful for a culture of written words and for those who took the time to teach me how to read and, most importantly, for my mom, who ignited a passion for reading in all of her children and did her best to feed our insatiable desire for reading material.
Now we come to the dilemma of a reader: where to stash the paraphernalia. Despite the fact that I own an e-reader and favor borrowing library books over purchasing them, nearly every room of our house, excluding the bathroom, boasts at least one pile of books. I’ve often found it amusing to note the books everywhere, and this time I decided to document our crazy addiction with the camera.
We do actually have a few legitimate homes for our books, but they are woefully inadequate.
The evidence of bookworms in the house is even more apparent in the bedrooms, where dressers serve as de facto book shelves and books can be stashed in bedside pockets sewn by a mother who aids and abets our book addiction.
So, how is it for you? Is your house littered with books? Do you tidy stacks of books several times a day or hurriedly hide them when company comes? Do you read junk mail and cereal boxes when you run out of books? If so, you are one of the privileged, a literate member of a society with a written language and uncountable numbers of books to prove it. May we use that privilege to its proper advantage – to discover the Creator of all, the One Who authored the living Word of God. May we also learn from history what we ought, and may we discover and explore worlds we may otherwise never see were it not for the magic carpet of books.