Unlike most of you, I’m sure, books did not play a role in my young life. My life was the desert, the mountains and the kids. A large group of us were together from grade school through high school. In the summer we lived at Crystal Pool in the day and “the park”, a one block lot next to the elementary school. It had several grassy knolls just perfect for clique meetings or clandestine trysts. In the winter we took ot he desert to follow the trails made by the Army bivouac troops or up to the mountains to ride horses or ski. That would be followed by a picnic and rollicking in the dunes of White Sands Missile Range.
I am not saying my life was devoid of books. I recall staying with a
distant uncle who gave me a large book bound in orange leatherette, I
thought it so elegant. I treasured it and even slept with it. I also
remember always enjoying the feel of carrying my school books, and
excitement as I turned the pages. Never did I envision them being such
an important part of my life.
After school I did not touch a book for a decade, until I met my
would be husband. He would tell me about the books he was reading, one
per week. Our first date was on a cold rainy weekend so I went to the
bookstore-I was in heaven with all the empty, beautifully bound
journals, my weakness, and then all the books-what to choose. I
purchased the first two Bourne epics by Robert Ludlum. Luckily, Tom had
two couches. I filled the coffee table with munchies and we spent the
entire weekend reading-great first date.
I have been reading and collecting books since that weekend, and I am
now half way through my second book. I treasure the friendships I have
made as a result of books.
What of “the kids”? They are still in my life. We keep in touch on
social media and have reunions every four years, and I always bring
books to give as gifts.
Laura Davis says