“…they were unnamed tombstones in a graveyard infused with “old book smell.”

“I realized that each unread book was possibly (and likely) someone’s life’s work, their “magnum opus,” the greatest thing that they had ever done, the only thing that separated them from ignominious mediocrity. Yet that special thing, that book, that part of their soul expressed in ink and words, was now simply a waster of space, almost definitely to never be opened again unless by accident.”


A Library of Knowledge

Perhaps my strongest passion in life is to learn; to gain as much knowledge as I possibly can. I used to think that the only way to do this is through attending school. So not true. Everything we do, in some way or another, is a learning experience. I really do want to go back to school to earn my Master’s degree, but my looming obligations (undergrad student loan debt, rent, your other standard pain-in-the-ass bills) currently forbid it. Instead, I’ve turned to reading.
I’ve always loved books and book stores (I consider B&N my personal sanctuary), but I’ve never consciously made enough time in my life for reading. In my earliest attempts to create peace in my life, I decided I needed to allot more time for my hobbies, or passions, or just “me” time. This is a lot easier said than done – I still haven’t found the time nor energy to create the charcoal cherry blossom drawing I’ve been imagining for years, practice yoga regularly, or meditate every day – but I quickly realized how simple it was to make time for reading. I carry a book on my lunch break; I read as the boyfriend and I relax on the sofa in the evenings; I devour a chapter or two before bed time now instead of watching E! News (my guilty pleasure). I’ve read more books in the past three months than I think I have in the past three years. It feels wonderful.
My latest reads consist of:

I intend for this blog to serve as a catalyst for disseminating a love of reading to the masses.

“The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them.”  ~Mark Twain, attributed