Nook Frenzy

It’s just too easy to order books electronically these days.  🙂  One just leads to another and before I know it, there I am, up half the night, reading until my eyes won’t focus.
Here’s what I’m into now: “The Inn at Rose Harbor” by Debbie Macomber–classic, funny, heart-touching story–in short, the kind of exceptional quality my good friend always delivers.  I’m reading this on the Nook.
I’m listening to a great book on my iPod: “Happy at Home” by Gretchen Rubin, author of “The Happiness Project”.  I’m here to tell you, I almost never buy the audio and printed versions of a book, but I did with this one.  It’s full of great advice–I was out of bed and stumbling around in the dark for a pen and paper because there were so many things I wanted to remember.  Hence, I also have the Nook version now, so I can consult it.  Most memorable note so far: “Act the way you want to feel.”
What’s in the to-be-read pile: “The Strangers on Montagu Street”, by Karen White, “Trail of Crumbs” by Kim Sunee (a memoir), “Welcome to the Departure Lounge: Adventures in Mothering Mother”, by Meg Federico–another memoir and it sounds like a hoot, though of course it has it’s serious side.  What sold me?  A single quote from the book itself–“I demand an autopsy!”   Who could resist a line like that???
Reading is such a joy to me, such a gift.  In the old days, when I couldn’t afford to buy books very often, I lived at the library.  Oh, those stacks of new stories, each one a magic carpet ride to another life or another time.  When there was a new Phyllis A. Whitney, Dorothy Eden, Elizabeth Ogilvie, or any one of numerous others, I would sign up for the waiting list first chance I got.  When the library called to say it was my turn, I kicked up little puffs of smoke hot-footing it over to pick up my treasure.  I brought home stacks of books by Janet Holt Giles, Alys McKay (“They Came to a River” and “The Women at Pine Creek”), Taylor Caldwell, Victoria Holt–not to mention every copy of the magazine, “The Writer”, I could get my hands on.
Where did I get my great love for books, and my dream of being a writer?
From my mother, the world’s most dedicated reader.
Thanks, Mom.