This weekend I am taking a much needed Mommy Time Out. I am going to Barnes and Noble, alone. I am the type of person that can get lost in a book store for long periods of time. I tend to tune out those around me and wander down the aisles. I like to pick up books based on their title, their cover, etc. I have found some of the best books this way. I also like to search for books alone. Brent told me I should call a friend and go together. I declined. I like to experience book stores or libraries on my own, at my own pace. I don't like to visit or compare book choices. I like to take my time and walk around with my own thoughts. I don't like to feel rushed. I guess I am a bit of a snob.
Books have always been an escape for me. Brent and I are firm believers that every person needs that one thing that is their own...something that defines them and brings them great joy. Some people jog, some people sew or crochet or scrapbook. Brent plays the piano. I read. I tend to start feeling blue if it has been too long between books. I am at that point right now. It has been too long since I've read something truly good, truly involving. I crave it. It is a deep, overwhelming need. It is necessary for my well being. Is it Saturday yet?