the book lover in me

Yesterday my daughter tagged me in a link to a list of 99 things about being a book nerd. I think I was guilty on about 90 of them (if you are interested, the URL is: I don’t consider most of them ‘problems’ as much as positive character traits. I love to read and it has inspired me of late to start writing. I read a lot of “free” e-books from Amazon. Some of them are really well written and a few have been so bad, I just deleted them. I currently have 599 books in my Kindle library. I can’t bring myself to delete any of them. I have Edgar Rice Burroughs and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and John Grisham and Daniel Defoe and other more modern authors, most of whom I had never read before seeing them on one of the free book sites.

I have learned that a lot of writers seem to get bored with the process and must say “I’m bored with the process, think I’ll quit now.” They just abruptly stop, finding some lame ending so they won’t have to write anymore. Some of the authors have a great idea, but can’t quite seem to get the right words down on paper some medium. I love it when a good author gets a great character and every book is like a visit with an old chum. I almost dread the day when Sue Grafton gets to “Z” in her Kinsey Milhone books. I felt slighted when Patrick O’Brian wasn’t able to finish his Aubrey-Maturin series. I was saddened by the deaths of Michael Crichton and Robert B. Parker, only to find out they left some unfinished works to help ease the loss. I hope Terry Pratchett beats his Alzheimer’s disease and lives to write 30 more of his zany tales.

A great book is like your favorite meal: you can have it more than once. I can’t say how many times I have read the Narnia books or how many more times I will read To Kill a Mockingbird. A good story is good enough to hear or tell more than once. And don’t you hate it when someone does a movie or TV series of your favorite book and gets everything wrong? I mean, Harry Potter with combed neat hair? And where are his GREEN eyes? Hagrid on the other hand, well that was spot on. And even though the Lord of the Rings left out a bunch, it was nearly note perfect as an adaptation. You can only invest so much time in watching a movie. But with a book, you can savor it a bit at a time and never feel like you are doing it an injustice.

I will probably never leave Earth, but I have visited lost colonies on Mars and watched as Ender Wiggins defeated an enemy across light years of space and time. I have journeyed to the kingdoms inside the earth with Verne and Burroughs and seen the far-flung reaches of humanity with Asimov and Heinlein. I have walked the quiet woods around Walden Pond with Thoreau and felt loneliness and despair with Dickinson. Someday, I trust I will be the one with whom you take a most excellent journey.