My husband calls me a book collector. It got me to thinking about what made him say that? Well, it could be the hundreds of books I have. Yep, I’ve actually got boxes of actual books that you can hold in your hand. You don’t have to recharge them, load them, or look them up.
I guess to him I am a collector. My book collection started when I was a teenager which was, well let’s just say a while ago. I have teen romance books from my teen years, and yes I even have a Hardy Boys Mystery book. Wow that ones old. I have Harlequins on top of Harlequins. What’s sad is I’ve probably read some of them at least twice if not three times.
Some of my books are lovingly worn from page turns and just plain old age. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my Kindle. I have probably fifty or more books on it. It’s actually plugged up to my laptop as I type this blog. It needed recharging so I’m killing two birds with one stone.
SO, take a look at your book collection. It’s like a trip down memory lane. I even pulled a couple out of the attic and will be reading them again 🙂
Hope all is well and keep on reading. Writers love readers…