Book-o-holic

Oh, my.  I love books.  Big books, little books, fat books, skinny books, adult books, children’s books, fiction books, non-fiction books, new books, old books  – you name it – I love them all…  When I grow up, I want to have my own library.  I am well on my way to that goal with hundreds of volumes to my name.  It is so deliciously wonderful to browse through my books, turning them over, feeling the covers and aged pages, knowing that all those words are just begging to be read - again. 
I am drawn to the book tables at yard sales, flea markets, and thrift stores.  One of my favorite events during my college years was when the colporteur came and set up his tables of books on the main walkway outside the library.  I always found something to take home. 
This past week was the annual town library sale.  Ahhhhhh!  I love this sale!  Hundreds of books laid out on tables, piled in boxes, and all for just a fraction of the price listed on the cover.  Talk about Paradise! :) 

This is part of my take last week.  I snagged books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, Lori Wick, Beatrix Potter, Terri Blackstock, Janette Oke, Bodie Thoene,  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Homer Rodeheaver, Erma Bombeck, James Stevenson, Dr. Suess, Steven Kellogg, Hugh Pyle, Rosemary Wells, and dozens of others.  My kids are learning to love books as well, so a great many of these books are for them (they were 3/$1).  How can I resist giving them such wonderful treasures?  And yes, I think I have read every one of my books.  Many of my books have been read multiple times, making them dear friends whose company I enjoy.  So, I fully intend to curl up with a good book and let the world disappear (my husband has accused me of becoming oblivious to the world when I have an open book in my hand) while I acquaint myself with my newest acquisitions!