A couple months ago I read "Her Mothers Hope" by Francine Rivers (Marta's series) because a friend loaned it to me and insisted I would love it. I totally did. And I was heartbroken that I couldn't get my hands on the second one right away.... so instead, I read something else. I love to read and have a plethora of books laying around just begging to be read. I got sidetracked and didn't think too much about it again.
Christmas rolls around. My mom wants to know what to get me. I go on and on about my list of books I've been wanting to add to my collection. EVERYTHING C.S. Lewis, anything Francine Rivers, and some others I can't remember right now. I told her about needing to read the second book in the Marta series but how I would LOOOOVE if I had BOTH of them, since I borrowed the first one.... and I love to have an entire collection if there is a series. ;o) In fact, I have a #2 book of a series that was given to me, and I refuse to read it until I find #1 and #3. I just can't do it.
Another thing I just can't do.... go to the library. I mean, I very well could.... but if I loved the book as much as I usually love the books, I would want to own it. Its like borrowing a great pair of boots from a friend and after you return them you just KNOW YOU NEED THEM because they are that fantastic. Okay, so maybe not EXACTLY like that.... but kinda.
I also can't do a Kindle or Nook. No actual pages. No feel of paper beneath your fingertips. No wonderful smell of a brand new book or an old book with worn pages. No ability to skip ahead and peek (I admit it, I totally do) or flip back a couple pages to refresh your mind about a forgotten detail, no tabbing the page on a favorite quote or saying.... there is magic to be held in your hands when you hold an actual BOOK. Especially a used book.... I love knowing its been read and (hopefully) loved before. There is a wonderful history to a used book. The older the better, and even more fantastic is if someone wrote in it.... in writing that you know didn't come from a recent generation because its that beautiful antique script that generations now seem incapable of. *sigh*
Eesh... I think I got sidetracked.
SO ANYWAY, as I was saying - I told my mom my entire list of books I felt were at the very top of my list. She basically said "I think you're SOL dear ol' daughter because each of those is pretty pricey alone. You might just end up with a gift card to buy them used on Amazon." Which of course I would be even happier with than a bookstore buy of a brand new book.... you know, the history of it and all.
When I opened my gift from her on Christmas Eve, I found ALL THE BOOKS I gave her from the top of my list, plus an extra C.S. Lewis book.... and they were all USED. And SUPER OLD. Well, the Lewis ones were, and they are so lovely.
I was so terribly excited to read "Her Daughters Dream" by Francine Rivers (link at bottom) and finally find out the rest of the story! I spent 8 hours reading yesterday with only a 30 minute break for water and a stretch. I finished it at 3:30 this morning IN MY BATHROOM because my lamp was annoying Jake (haha!). I was SOBBING at the end. Totally, completely, without reserve, bawling my big baby eyes out. Both books are so beautifully written that you become SO invested in the characters and the storyline. I literally felt grieved at the end - not because it was over (although, if you're a true book nerd, you are always sad when a book is over) but because the ending was beautifully tragic, and it was heartbreaking.... but in a way that makes you so grateful you were able to read such a wonderful work of art.
So, this Wannabe has no Confession today.... other than the whole crying over books thing. But that, I totally already do. ;o)
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Okay, so I don't know why, but I couldn't link the second book and it annoyed me so I quit trying and just decided to add it down here. :)
Her Daughters Dream: http://www.amazon.com/Her-Daughters-Dream-Martas-Legacy/dp/1414334109/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_b
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