Books of a Questionable Nature
Today I went to Barnes & Noble...lovely place that it is. There is something about bookstores, about being surrounded by books, that's truly awesome. I'm sure I'm being horribly cliche, but I can't help it and I don't care. I'm amazed by the amount of dedication and knowlegde surrounding me. Imagine the hours, months, and even years those men and women spent in order to produce a volume that I can see and read. For a mere $19.95 I can take home their research and toil and writer's block and endless cups of coffee. I can read it or stick it on the shelf and forget about it.
Meandering through the rows and stacks, there's a silence filled with secrets lurking between the pages. Secrets that are not meant to be kept. And they can be lured out of the creases so simply with a good cup of coffee and a curious mind.
I can never pick a book...I'll go in to find a good book to read, but how can you chose? Just one book out of so many? What if I don't find the right book to satisfy my literary cravings...what if there's only one? This is not just a trivial question to solve hastily and move on from, at least not in my head. It's a dilemma. I search and scan...longing for it to simply reveal itself to me. Love at first sight, if you will. A love affair with thoughts, stories, words, ideas...worlds I've never known or seen and some I never will. I want to know everything all at once and then sit down and remember how I came to know it. But I know that it's the pursuit that thrills.
And what if I chose the wrong one? But I suppose there's no sin in being promiscuous with books.
Meandering through the rows and stacks, there's a silence filled with secrets lurking between the pages. Secrets that are not meant to be kept. And they can be lured out of the creases so simply with a good cup of coffee and a curious mind.
I can never pick a book...I'll go in to find a good book to read, but how can you chose? Just one book out of so many? What if I don't find the right book to satisfy my literary cravings...what if there's only one? This is not just a trivial question to solve hastily and move on from, at least not in my head. It's a dilemma. I search and scan...longing for it to simply reveal itself to me. Love at first sight, if you will. A love affair with thoughts, stories, words, ideas...worlds I've never known or seen and some I never will. I want to know everything all at once and then sit down and remember how I came to know it. But I know that it's the pursuit that thrills.
And what if I chose the wrong one? But I suppose there's no sin in being promiscuous with books.