The joy of reading is sacred pleasure.
A life without books is like body without a soul.
In a second-hand bookshop head to the back, find the old books with dust undisturbed and worn off covers for these clothe true treasures.
I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the day.”
(Interview with The Booklovers blog, September 2010)
The love for books is a paradise.
Writing is talking, except you get the chance to edit what you just said
While some dismiss the Bible as a dusty old book, I view its pages as portals to adventure. Not only is the book chock-full of clever plots and compelling stories, but it’s laced with historical insights and literary beauty. When I open the Scripture, I imagine myself exploring an ancient kingdom . . . With every encounter, I learn something new about their life journeys and am reminded that the Bible is more than a record of the human quest for God: it’s the revelation of God’s quest for us.
Any room in our house at any time in the day was there to read in or to be read to.
That’s right, I am a book kisser.
Maybe that’s kind of perverted or maybe it’s just romantic and highly intelligent.
Like so many of the other books I read, it never seemed to me like a book, but like a place I had lived in, had visited and would visit again, just as all the people in them, every blessed one – Anne of Green Gables, Heidi, Jay Gatsby, Elizabeth Bennet, Scarlet O’Hara, Dill and Scout, Miss Marple, and Hercule Poirot – were more real than the real people I knew.