This #LetsBlogOff topic is really a toughy: What’s the best book you ever read?

I read every night, much to my husband’s frustration. If it’s a particularly good book, I can sit out on the patio all evening and not realize it’s past bedtime. Our main issue regarding my reading habit is that I rarely want to get rid of the books I’ve finished. I just don’t feel at home if I’m not surrounded by bookshelves overflowing with some of my favorite people and places. Some are classics, and some are what could only be referred to as scandalous trash. (Hey, you can’t have steak every meal.  Sometimes you need a little junk food.) My sister-in-law refers to these as H.A.B. books.  (Heaving alabaster breast books.)

But, what is my FAVORITE? It depends on my mood, the time of year, my level of sentimentality – which may or may not be tied to the amount of wine I have consumed that evening – and what is going on in my life at that particular moment.

Generally, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I pick up John Irving’s “A Prayer for Owen Meany.” Maybe it’s the annual reenactment of the nativity scene that makes it feel like a holiday book. And the descriptions! Irving can set a tone with one sentence that thaws my cold, wintry soul.

Each year my husband asks, “Are you reading that AGAIN?” Yes, I’m reading it again.  How can I not?  Listen to this: “I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God…”

Now, that’s a great beginning.

In the summer I pick up Pride and Prejudice. (I’m sure that has something to do with Darcy and that dip in the pond.) As the weather begins to turn cooler, it’s Jane Eyre. Right now, I am making the transition from The Help (which will effortlessly fall into the ranks of favorites) to South of Broad, which is making me weep each evening. Translation:  REALLY good.

You know I love a book when I am sitting there spilling tears all over the pages and sniffling a lot. Again, my husband doesn’t completely get this. He also doesn’t get my irresistible urge to read aloud to him when I come across a particularly descriptive/moving/perfect paragraph.

Perhaps I don’t have a favorite book; I have a favorite FEELING about books. It’s when I realize the number of pages remaining is dwindling and I don’t want the book to end. I want to keep hanging out with my “friends.” 

Reading is something I couldn’t live without. Like oxygen. Or pizza. So I will continue to stash books in closets and cabinets, keeping them out of sight of my husband and his strict “no paperback left behind” policy. If only he would concern himself less with my collection of books and more with his collection of socks without mates.

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9 thoughts on “READ IT AND WEEP

  1. My wife reads, but not like you and not like me, which is probably just as well. Like you, what I most wanted to have is a library, and I now have one of over a thousand books. In fact I’m writing this in my study, surrounded with floor-to-ceiling bookcases, my ultimate dream. I overheard a lady at a used bookstore talking about a friend she had who had to sneak books home and get them onto the shelves while his wife was at work. Whenever she began to catch on, he’d swear all he’d done is re-arrange the shelves! But her final comment probably summed it up: “Book people never marry book people, and it’s just as well. There’d be no place to put all the books, if they did!”

  2. In my opinion A self-evident fact : ) is that re-reading is as necessary as the first reading. I think that as one’s perceptions change through time it becomes clear that experience isn’t everlasting. Really good stories reveal new things with each re-reading.

    • I completely agree. What didn’t touch me at all when I was younger can profoundly affect me now. That’s why I keep trying some books over and over – yet never seem to get through them. One day, perhaps!

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