My hunger for books is insatiable right now, perhaps it’s the lazy heat of summer. For the last several days, I can’t get enough time to read. Do you ever feel that way? As I type this blog post, there is a beckoning stack of books on my nightstand, another stack calling to me from a bookcase in the living room, & an invisible stack piling up on my Kindle. I won’t venture too deeply in the “paper book versus electronic book” debate but suffice it to say they both have merit. My Kindle is light, easy to carry, & a great way to get any book at a moment’s notice. Paper books will always hold a special place in my heart– the colorful shiny cover, the crisp pages just waiting for me to underline something or make a note in the margin, the smell of newness (or age), & the sound of each page as I fall deeper & deeper in the experience. Fiction or non-fiction, it doesn’t matter. At different times, I need different books.
What I read depends on where I’m at with my life & how I’m feeling at any given moment. For example, while I was immersed in my women’s workshop this past spring, I read such titles as Creating Mandalas by RA Johnson, Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood by M Stone, & Wise Talk, Wild Women by G Mazer, works that fed my need to unite creativity & the divine feminine. As I prepared for a spiritual retreat at the Omega Institute, I devoured Soul Retrieval by S. Ingerman & Shamanic Reiki by L Roberts.
Needing a break from non-fiction, I turned to The Tiger’s Wife by T Obreht (complex yet beautifully written) & Haunting of Maddy Clare by S St. James (suspenseful escapism). Today, I’m savoring Tolstoy & the Purple Chair by N Sankovich. She writes, “… all the great books I was reading- were about the complexity & entirety of the human experience. About the things we wish to forget & those we want more & more of. About how we react & how we wish we could react. Books are experience, the words of authors providing the solace of love, the fulfillment of family, the torment of war, & the wisdom of memory. Joy & tears, leisure & pain: everything came to me while I read in my purple chair.”