Books are very important to me.  In fact, I married a “book” person and we have books all over my house.  The books represent the legacy of other people.  They are not equal in value.  Some are more special than other.  And I refer to these more often.  Most of my “special” books are in my “pad”.  In one book case I have quite a few of them.  In another book case I have poetry books and most of mine (???) writing reference books.  My books are like my “friends.”  And I don’t want them too far away.

I read in every position and in every room.  I read in bed–although not long and I am careful what I read:  I don’t want nightmares if I can help it.  I keep books and literary magazines in the bathroom.  In fact, my wife bought and put together a small cabinet she spent hours researching just to keep my reading material neatly in the bathroom near the toilet.  Of course, the reading I do there is in bursts.  Most of the reading I do is in bursts.  It was amazing I actually made it through Keith Richard’s autobiography–all 540 pages of it.  It is really rare for me to read a novel.  My favorite room has a spot right next the comfortable though ragged Lazy Boy chair where I keep my favorite devotional, “My Utmost For His Highest”, by Oswald Chambers.  Most of my favorite books are in that room so I know where to find them when I am looking for a particular passage.  I love to read and I have never had so many books in my house.  I married a “book” person.