My First Attempt

Hello Blog Readers and welcome to my first attempt at blogging. Is blogging a word? Who cares? Anyways... Well I have set out on this blogging journey in an attempt to explore my writing abilities. Hopefully this will be both an insightful and successful journey, successful in what way I do not quite know but successful at the least.

Did you notice the books in the background of this blog? Books are probably an odd thing to place as a background photo but books are a true description of myself. Books are an important part of what makes me who I am. When I have a question I find a book that has the answer. When I do not know how to do something I locate the book that can teach me. When knowledge is lacking there is always a book for that. Books have brought friendships, adventure, sadness, love, & every other emotion to life. Sometimes the book is "An Idiots Guide to..." or it is simply "Llama Llama Red Pajama."

Books for me are an outline to my life. I still own books that I was once required to read in school but after reading them I found that it was more than required reading it was recreational reading. As I sit here and reflect on the hundreds possibly even thousands of books that I have read stories begin to come alive. I see characters take form in my imagination as there lives are played out on the pages of these beloved books. Some books have been read only once while others clearly show overuse. There are books that I hold so near and dear that I can read them over and over without hesitation although I can recite them from memory. The characters in these books feel as though they are a part of my family, possibly a close friend that only visits on special occasions. These characters feel at times as though they are a part of me, close enough to touch or talk to by merely picking up the phone. I cry with them, rejoice with them, and feel anger towards their nemesis'. Books for me are not simply books they are chapters in my story, they are part of the book that is me. They have become a part of myself...

Being an only child for a large potion of my life books were my companions, my confidants, and most of all my escape. Books allowed me to forget about the life that was outside of their pages. I lived the lives of the heroines, I fought the battles with the hero's, I journeyed with the traveler's. I can remember reading one book in particular about a young boy that discovers his home was a part of Underground Railroad. He explored the tunnels and tried to imagine himself as a slave. Here I am a young, very pale skinned, red haired green eyed white girl imagining myself as a slave girl traveling the Underground Railroad in search of a better life. Comical I know but this is what books were and still are to me.

Books are where I begin and end. If you need a recommendation on a book I can probably give one. If you need to borrow a book I probably have it.