Books, books, books....
I was telling an 8 year old girl the other day about the fact that
when I was a kid, we didn't have a library in our neighbourhood.
Instead, every 2 weeks my sister and brother and I would ride our
bikes to the parking lot of Loblaws grocery store to find
The Bookmobile.
A rolling library of a truck filled with escape and wonder.
I read voraciously as a child but found it too
much of a chore as a teenager.
It was too much like doing homework.
Not until I became a young adult and lived in places
without electricity or television, did I rediscover the joys
of reading again.
I find it fascinating that I can go from the
tombs of Egypt, to the coast of Devon, to the wild west or even
into the future through the words of a book.
Speaking of the wild west...
I've just finished this book...
A very strange and quiet Western about 2 brothers, Eli and Charlie Sisters.
Assassins during the mid 1800's in the days of violence and debauchery.
The tender relationship between the two brothers, the unbreakable bond of blood
and their adventures through California / Oregon to do one last
'job' which changes their lives.
I never thought I would like a Western.
I spent months in a cabin with about 20 Louis L'Amour novels
and I thought that was the last of my cowboy book reading days.
Anyway, excellent story telling by a Vancouver Island boy.
In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.
- Mortimer J. Adler
