I was reading today about a woman who loves to read. When she was growing up her mom had a rule that if she started a book, she had to finish it. I have always loved to read and as a child, dreamed of owning and operating a book store. I am very happy when I am surrounded by books. I think their shiny, slick covers are so beautiful. I would go into Waldenbooks and picture myself laying around reading on big purple pillows with my feet up on a pile of books. I guess I wouldn’t have been doing much "operating" of a bookstore if I owned one.
I am so glad that my mom didn’t have the "if you start a book you must finish it" rule. Reading at least 8 books at one time is a way of life for me. My husband is amazed and quizzes me sometimes on the content of each book, just to see if I really know what is going on. I always know what is happening in each and every one that is on the bedside table. (How he verifies this, I do not know.) If I can’t remember what is going on in the book it’s because I don’t like it, and it goes back on the shelf. That has always been my gage for a good book. If I don’t remember, it means it isn’t worth reading. I know I am a great multi-tasker today, because mom let me read as many books at once as I wanted. Thanks mom, for helping me be who I am! And I know our boys appreciate it to, if I have to finish everything I start before moving on, I will miss a lot of living. What do I do however, about the cartons of unfinished latch hook rugs, cross stitch and scrapbooks? I’ll probably just start another scrap "book" as usual. : )