March 4, 2019
Happiness in reading
Y’all know I love reading, I’ve found different ways of coping with the limitations that these stupid illnesses have generated moving from real books to real books on a book chair to a kindle and then a kindle fire for my library books too. Its very rare that I will read a real book nowadays, the pressure on my finger joints and wrists is just too much to cope with.
Back in September of 2018 I ordered a book from my local library, it finally landed in my greedy hands in March so a six month wait. I’d read a review in a magazine and decided I wanted to read it and it was cheaper to spend 80p on a library reservation than buy it on kindle.
The book is a hardback, something I didn’t realise when I put it on order. Always a tricky one because I find them so very heavy and difficult to hold on to. Lesson learned in reading the small details a bit more closely!
The book is a lovely story, its an easy read – I finished it in two evenings. It’s your typical main character finds themselves, finds love, someone dies, someone has a falling out etc. There’s nothing gritty or gruesome about it, just a nice, easy, enjoyable read.
So why is she blogging about this book when she’s read dozens of books this year I expect you’re thinking? Good question!
The book itself was nothing overwhelmingly special, it was just nice.
It was what was in the book that inspired this.
Remember I blogged about ‘One Million Lovely Letters’ a while ago? Where I talked about how letters and notes change people’s day, cheer them up, improve their moods. Words are powerful things, they make you smile or break your heart, they stay with you forever.
So as I’m reading this big, heavy book, trying hard to not cry because my fingers were so swollen and filled with burning pain, wondering if it was worth persevering with and a note falls out. Written in October 2018 a person took the time to hide and note in this book and subsequent readers have kept that note hidden too.
And then as I read on, a second note fell out.
It reminded me that even when I’m struggling, words can change everything. These two strangers, months apart, from goodness knows where reminded me that life is worth struggling through. I was thrilled that these notes had been kept safe in these pages, that no one had removed them or told the library staff about them. It’s like I was part of a super lovely secret. And it reminded me that words are good and positive and impactful and magical.
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