Happy National Book Lover’s Day! I wasn’t planning on posting today (I’m in the middle of
procrastinating writing a paper on King Lear), but I just couldn’t pass up a holiday celebrating books.
It’s no secret that I love books – just check out the title of this blog. I was born a bibliophile. Sometimes, I think I might actually like books more than people. I love the idea that books contain entire worlds. You can pick one up an immediately escape from real life into anywhere from Middle Earth to Mars. And I don’t just love the stories. I love books. I love the covers and the paper and the way they’re put together. I adore beautiful books and will go out of my way to collect special editions of my favorites (which is why I own at least four copies of Pride and Prejudice). I’m a just sucker for deckle edges and leather covers and old, antique books.
When I was a little girl, I changed what I wanted to be when I grew up pretty much on a weekly basis. But my biggest childhood aspiration hasn’t changed: I want to own a library like the one in Beauty and the Beast. And even though it’s a pretty unrealistic goal, it’s still the first thing I’ll do if I ever win the lottery or become J. K. Rowling. I just really, really love books.
Growing up, I was bullied quite a bit. I was chubby and nerdy with enormous curly hair that kids used to throw stuff in because it would get stuck. I was the kid who stayed inside and read during recess. Because, in a way, books were all I had. I went to a very small private school (there were literally thirteen kids in my eighth-grade class), so if one person didn’t like you, no one did. But it was okay, because I had my books – it was my thing. My parents would routinely find me hiding in my closet in the middle of the night with a flashlight and a copy of Charlotte’s Web or The Bernstein Bears. They actually tried to ground my once by taking away my books because I’d rather sit in my room reading than go out and talk to real people. I once spent an entire summer indoors reading the whole of The Chronicles of Narnia. I think you get the idea.
I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
– Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
I am a book lover down to my core. I always have and always will love books. I’m studying to become an editor so I can work with books for a living. That’s how much I love books, in case you hadn’t already guessed.
Sorry if this post was a little bit all over the place, I’m basically running on coffee right now. But it’s always nice sharing a little bit of myself, and I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve written a personal post.
Now I’m going to go finish my paper on King Lear so I can spend the rest of the day with a cup of tea and a good book. I hope you all have a wonderful National Book Lover’s Day! Let me know what book you’re currently reading in the comments below!