My current read, The Door to Door Bookstore, had a number of good pages this morning that made me smile by their aptness. This, the page on types of readers, had me thinking of one good friend. Moving to the end, while her way, is not my way. But, I liked "To Carl's way of thinking," because, as we know, and like so much of life, we get to where we're going in a variety of ways. In this case, loving good books and sharing them with friends is all that matters.
I'm a hare, if any of them. I race ahead totally involved with the story to the point that, if confused, I don't usually flip back. I have faith that if I need to know something, it'll show up again.
Am I the best at remembering all the details? No. I have friends who are, and even more amazing to me, they remember those details for life. Whew. Not me. I remember the love for the book but like a hare, I'm off and reading another pretty quickly.
It's the living in the book's story that I most love. I read, empathize and enjoy and then try to incorporate what I've gotten into my life. Reading's just another way of growing, an incredibly wonderful way.
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