Now that we are returned for good, I find that the library has become the heart of this town for me. In the short 8 months I've been here, I have been to the library more times than in the 19 years we lived in Turlock, CA. Yes, they had a nice library but it had really strange hours and the lure of its presence never clicked with me.
Not so, the C'ville Library. From plays to special grant information classes, the Christmas village and Sundays at the movies, genealogical research to renting fishing gear (is that really true???), this small library has a big heartbeat.
Perusing the stacks, I discovered unread authors and I dove into, heretofore, unknown places. The library also got me to thinking of the place of books in my life. As I reflected on this question, I realized that as a family we had come full circle as a family of book lovers, something that I never thought would happen.
All my adult life, I have never been without a book in my purse. The times it HAS happened, it felt as crippling and unnatural as taking my lipstick from my bag and forgetting to put it back. The Pirate is a readDr. He has filled his library with countless books on Civil War history and political and societal issues. Our son, Quanah, has always been a bookhound (as my dad would say). To this day I'm amazed that he read "The Inferno" by Dante Alighieri when he was in high school. It wasn't required reading, it just sounded interesting. Now, in his late 30's, he's still reading the hard stuff, heavy on philosophy, Church history, and theology.
It was my daughter I truly despaired of when it came to fostering a love of books. It seemed that no amount of reading to her as a child or encouraging her as a teen would get her to love reading as a recreation. But later, with time, she did start picking up books. She discovered Nicholas Sparks and for her 21st birthday, I gave her all the books he had written up to that point. She read them all. She dove into an autobiography of Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Suddenly I had a reading daughter.
Both our children married readers. Quanah's Erin reads the heavy stuff too but they also read aloud to each other. I remember one memorable night I called them and they were reading one of the Harry Potter books to each other (hmmm, or was it Lord of the Rings?) Anyway, the habit continues to this day and I find it very old-fashioned and very, very, loving. Krista's Adrian reads self-improvement books, inspirational success stories, and modern Catholic writers for living a righteous life and being a good man, a good husband, and a good father.
The thing that makes me the happiest though is ourgrandson, Sebastian. Seb, at 3 and a half, LOVE books. He "reads" them daily. Matteo seems to have picked up on reading as well but at 2, he's still too busy being a toddler. And Karolina, at 4 months, will no doubt click with reading. She is already showing signs of wanting to keep up with her brothers.
This week I have two books to mail off to Krista and Adrian. One is entitled "The Case for Jesus". The other, for Adrian, is entitled "Resucito Jesus Realmente de Entre los Muertos?" At a time in their lives when disposable income is at a premium, I'm quietly happy that I can provide them with books as they continue to stir the pot and make the glue of their own lives.
Dedicated to The Pirate who
keeps me supplied in journals.