An alphabet of thanks, “B”

Words (Photo credit: Southernpixel – Alby Headrick)


Today is so-o-o-o-o easy.

I’m thankful for Books-B…B…B.  I love words. I love good writing. I love reading.  I love books. Good books.

I’m sort of an elitist when it comes to what I read. I admit it. I’ve never read a Harlequin romance. And no, I have no intention of reading Fifty Shades of Gray. I’m particularly fond of novels that take place between the fifteenth and eighteenth century. I’m always surprised that people were pretty much the same no matter when they lived. I admit though to liking John Grisham and David Baldacci. Sadly though, I seldom read a novel. It’s not because I don’t want to, it’s just finding the time.

I’m always reading though. I’m an incessant reader. Mostly non-fiction about a variety of issues.  Books have been my friends all my life.  Sometimes I pick up a book and feel a real connection with the author, like with John Ortberg or Beth Moore. I wish I could have lunch and a conversation with some of them because I feel we are “sympatico”.  Some of them seem to be speaking to me personally.

At other times, I’m thrilled because the author seems to be quoting me. At these times, I feel validated that my thinking is right on the money.

I find words fascinating. The words we use, how we use them.  I pay attention to my own words although sometimes I blow  it.  I admire people who have a great command of the English language. I am disdainful of those who only know how to use vulgar language.

Anyway, as I say today was so easy. I’m grateful for good books and good authors.