Month: October 2016 (page 1 of 1)

Just got through reading The Gunslinger by Stephen King. And with that I’m done with 16 books of my 2016 list. I have accepted that I am the quintessential bookworm. Curling in my bed with a good read and a good drink, trumps getting smashed in bars with friends any day. I think enduring habits like these come from special places in our childhood. These moments are sacred. Treasured.

My pivotal period was from when I was 8. It was at the home of my oldest pal. They had over a hundred books housed within many, many bookshelves. I think his mom was trying hard to get them to start reading. Instead, she had me over every single evening. I would religiously spend hours in their room conquering the ‘book vault’, one tome at a time. In these books were miniature novels called Moby Books.

These books were a thing of beauty. The language was easy,  and each page came with a detailed illustration. My first introduction to these novels was Moby Dick. Within a span of a few chapters, I fell in love with characters like Queequeg, Starbucks and Stubb and imagined myself a daring voyager ready to set sail and conquer the seven seas. There came a time when I’d barely pause when one book ended and another began. Within the span of a few months, I had gone through forty eight of these classic novels.

I’ve grown older, but the nostalgia persists. Now I find myself slowly but surely building up the library that nurtured my fantasy as a child. It also helps to have a wife who grew up without reading any of the children classics. This is my way of introducing her to my childhood.

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Source: lostinthecloudblog.com