Sunday, July 21, 2013
I got such a response from my post, "My name is Pat. I am an addict," about my addiction to books in both reading them AND collecting them.
It's nice to know that there are other people out there who drink the Kool-Aid!
You may wonder how my husband, Jim, fits into this picture. Do you feel sorry for him that he has to put up with my addiction?
STOP RIGHT THERE.
Because he is a fellow addict!
In fact, I think he is the one to blame for my addiction. As far as collecting the books, anyway.
My love for the library goes way back to when I was a young girl. But I don't remember collecting books until after I married Jim. Maybe it stems from this incident.
Jim was a divorced bachelor for 10 years before we married. We dated for two years before we got married. He never asked me back to his apartment and my mother was sure that he was married! Finally he asked me to come back to his place.
I knew why he put off asking me.
He lived pretty simple. A folding table in the kitchen with a lawn chair, a lawn chair in the living room with a TV, a futon in the bedroom on the floor.
And about 300 books. He built shelves across the whole wall of his apartment using 2 x 4's that he had stained a dark wood color.
When Jim and I got married we packed up his "furniture" and fit it in the back of my station wagon (yes, it was the 1980's!) But with all his books? Boxes and boxes of books! Took us several trips.
Jim's collection grew (some would say "like a fungus") and I began my own collection. We ended up with several bookshelves lined up in a row very much like in a library only they were in our basement. When we decided to hit the road in our RV and depart with a lot of our possessions, we ended up donating 650 books to the library!
We STILL packed up probably 300 or 400 books. Which we now are grappling with and fumbling through.
Like I said.
My name is Pat. And I am an addict.
And I am married to one, too!