Friday, September 23, 2011

The Tower of Bable


          I'm not talking about the tower that was the starting point for the world filled with multiple languages, but rather the stack--okay, stacks--taking over my space. I'm talking books here, folks. Towering stacks of books.


BABLE--Books Acquired Beyond Life Expectancy


I love books. Writers do, ya know. I loved books and started my towers long before I decided to commit to writing my own. My earliest book memories are of Beatrix Potter's Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse. This was the first book I could read by myself. Over and over again. And then the Golden Book We Love Grandpa. This book told the story of Grandpa babysitting a young brother and sister. At that time I didn't have any siblings, but I sure did love all the time I got to spend with my Grampa.


So, I've collected books. And books. And even more books. Will I ever be able to read them all? I doubt it, but it sure is fun trying.


And I love all formats of books, paper, audio, electronic. One special benefit to the audio books on my Ipod and the ebooks on my Kindle is that they don't contribute to the actual, physical tower! Thank goodness. Otherwise I might end up on a new reality show--Book Hoarders. Come along dearies. Wind your way through the mountains of my books. Sadly, I can visualize that.


How about you? Do you have an overpowering tower of books?


**This post is part of my journey to create somewhat intelligently for the next 100 days. You''ll find these 100 day challenge posts here or at Creativity for Happy Endings, Mz *lizzie cooks, or Heartland Writers Group. Follow me around this mini-blogging universe and see what trouble I get into--uh, I mean, what fine thoughts I discover!