A favorite author of mine publishes a book once a year – usually in August or September. So in the spring I start looking for her new title and put a request in at my local library. I got the notice last week and eagerly trotted in on Saturday to pick up the brand new book. I was worried though, because when I am reading a book, it is like I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole. This isn’t the best time of year for me to get lost in a book, a month ago would have been better! But oh! reading a good book is like finding buried treasure. So I’ll leave you now and head back down into my warren….but first a poem about how I feel about this experience.
“Come away with me”
the invitation read.
I stepped closer.
No need for “drink me” juice to shrink or grow,
no need for special shoes or wands or maps to follow….
I just opened the covers and walked in.
Words written, black on white:
I was in,
all I read had breath and breadth;
mere words and my imagination
put flesh on bones,
spun color and place
from nothing but ink and space.
Hours, days, years of time
pass in minutes, line by line.
A book, that’s all it took:
to fall headlong into buried treasure
rich beyond measure.