my other world...

I love books. They take me places I can never go, allow me frequent time travel, and give me the benefit of experiences I could never have- including some experiences I would never want to have! Sometimes I miss England; I crave the culture and castles and cobblestones, and rain on green grass, ivy on the brick garden wall, old streets and houses, the beach and pretty hedgerows in rolling fields, the way our language is spoken, and the roses out my kitchen window... this is my favorite place to go when I am tired of real life at the end of the day. And when I read true stories of heroes who brave the intense storms of their lives with courage and love, I want to face my own days with a fearless heart. I like how my books make me think and see the world and its people from so many new and different perspectives... Old novels are my favorite way to learn history and absorb cultures in which I will never actually immerse myself. I do not have a university education at my fingertips- but I have the power to educate my own mind where and when I can- and I do this every day. I love it. What would I do without the blessing of books? Who would I be? Someone else- with less awareness and interest in her mind and life- that's for sure!

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