Thursday, June 19, 2008

The Joy of Reading



Right now I am in Columbia and it is hot and sweaty and the putrid smell stings my nostrils. Despite the attack on my senses, I enjoy every moment. Why? I am following THEM. SHE is a young girl who is about to marry a doctor, almost begrudgingly but with a passion hidden in her heart. HE is her forgotten...stalker? They loved each other through notes and telegrams for years. But then she rejected him. Suddenly. Completely. I watch them and read their thoughts. I am more than curious to see what will happen next.

If you haven't figured it out, I am not actually in Columbia. I am reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera. The joy of taking a trip with my imagination through his craft of writing is delicious, like my mom's old peach cobbler on a summer night.

I love reading.

Last week, I sat in Pennsylvania next to a man as he said good-bye to his dog. I'd watched that dog grow up and laughed at all of his antics. Now I cried; unashamed at my sobbing, I too, experienced the grief of losing a family pet. Josh Grogan's Marley and Me was a treat. And yes, when I finished the book, I hugged my own dog Scooby just a little harder.

It is a shame to think that everyone doesn't take advantage of the travel agency called Public Library and ship off to experience adventure and heartbreak and intrigue. My boy Noah is a reader. When I see him pick up a book, it is like watching him buy a ticket to another land.

Last week, John and Noah and I went to a local Christian bookstore to pick up some reads. John picked up Oliver North's Heroes. At home, Noah's curiousity caused him to ask if he could read a few pages. John said yes and for the next few days, Noah took off and met some heroes. After his conversations with these men and women who have defended our country, he told John and I about them.

I love reading.

As I post this, I am sitting at the library surrounded by the words, the magic carpets, of people throughout the world. Noah is upstairs at his Pokemon club and I knew I needed to post (it's Thursday :0)) so I came to the computers.

But I will be honest with you. I am typing fast. Why?

Columbia awaits...

4 comments:

Danica/Dream said...

I hope you had fun in Columbia!

Julie said...

I love reading too, I just have to be careful that I don't forget I have a real life with real things to do. If I could I would be reading ALL the time. I remember learning to read ( hard for me to grasp), but once I got going...Bam! It's like watching a movie in my mind...I don't even see the words when I get into it.

Jan Parrish said...

Great post, Robbie. I also love to read. A perfect afternoon would include coffee with my peeps, a great book and some time to post.

Nancy said...

Perhaps we love books and words because Jesus is the "Word" and God gave us His "Word" to guide us to Him. The Bible is His written expression of love that has spoken to man for thousands of years. Is it any wonder we love words?

I believe books are a gift from God that take us on journeys to places we ourselves may never go. Cheap, fun, and memorable. Can't beat it.

I love to read too!

Blessings,
Nancy