Sharing the love of books


There was a time when I had a whole roomful of books. Shelves lined every wall, and they were packed with books. I looked at my bookshelves, and I saw success. It was what I thought I always wanted. What book lover wouldn’t?

It took a while, but eventually I realized something. Or perhaps something shifted for me. I’m not sure. In any case, I realized that I don’t get much from having books. I do get lots of pleasure or happiness or fulfillment from sharing them, so I decided to share more than I kept. I guess I’m more of a librarian at heart than I thought I was. 🙂

My home is no longer a repository for books. It’s a way station. They may stay here for a bit, but then they are passed along to a friend or left in a Little Free Library. Now when I look at my bookshelves (not a roomful anymore–just one bookcase in the dining room), I see possibilities. I see connections.

Today I was an official World Book Night giver. I pledged to give away a stack of books to light or non-readers along with thousands of others across the country who want to “spread the love of reading person to person.” It was neat to see people’s skepticism (free? where’s the catch?) melt away as they realized that this was just a book for the love of it.

There’s nothing like an evening of giving away books to remind you that life is pretty great. If you have the opportunity to be a World Book Night Giver next year, I highly recommend the experience.