Some of My Best Friends Are My Books

The Grisham’s are stacked over there on top of a nightstand, and the alphabet series is spread out over three bookcases. Ms. Cornwell is here and there, and if you won’t laugh, I have a section on erotica somewhere in the closet. A few Janet Evanovich books have been added to my collection, and they are stacked on a ladder-back chair in the dining area. She’s new to me, so I’m saving her for a rainy day.

My father’s and grandfather’s Oz books by L. Frank Baum and later Ruth Plumly Thompson date back to 1915 (there are three different books). There is Tennyson’s Poems that must have belonged to my great-grandmother (dated 1896), and let’s not forget The Blue Book of Social and Friendly Correspondence (dated 1922). I have several other books that belonged to my parents and grandparents, as well as books for children that my siblings and I enjoyed when we were young.

Through the years, I have collected a few Bibles, but none is more beautiful than our family Bible, which dates back to 1873. Actually, there are two family Bibles, and my sister has the other one. I should ask her about the date.

For some reason, I have a collection of dictionaries. The same is true for cookbooks that came from my mother’s kitchen. I’m a card-carrying member of the world’s worst cooks organization. Okay, there probably isn’t such an organization, but the title fits.

Dad’s Carrier Cruise Annual (1950-51) is displayed quite nicely, as is a model of one of the aircraft he flew. My uncle sent me his three volumes of Lee’s Lieutenants by Douglas Southall Freeman (dated 1943 and 1944). I’ve yet to read them.

I have slim books and fat books, hard covered books and soft covered books, paperbacks that have yellowed with age and books that are begging to be read. Mysteries, poetry, history, art, travel, and the old self-help books all grace my bookcases, table tops, and various other places. A few classics are thrown in for good measure.

Books, books, books … and now they come in LARGE print. No more squinting at small print found in paperback books. Soft covered books and hard covered books in LARGE print is a true blessing to these old, tired eyes.

Well, I could go on and on, but I won’t …

Have a nice day!

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2 thoughts on “Some of My Best Friends Are My Books”

  1. I haven’t read fiction in a good many years now, other than some essays and opinion pieces from friends and foes.
    In my wayward wanderings, books were mislaid, lost or out and out pilfered.
    But they would have had all of Hemingway, most of Faulkner, some Capote, some Ken Kesey, Carlos Castenada, Hunter S. Thompson, Frank Waters and even some Daphne du Maurier.
    For some authors, Alan Durier, James Michener, et. al., some *gasp!* Readers Digest condensed books.
    I think I would like Grisham, not only because I met him several times incidentally through a family acquaintance, but also because I love the genre.
    Then, standing alone in a richly appointed and heavily guarded alcove would be my beloved tales of middle earth collections by J.R.R. Tolkien.

    1. I’ve tried to save as many of my books as possible, and the old family books are all special treasures.

      Rusty, I might be jealous that you met John Grisham several times. He is one of my favorite writers, and I am saving his latest two books for as long as possible. Once I start reading one, it’s difficult to put it down. He has been releasing one book a year (usually in October), but this year he released two. Merry Christmas to me!

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