They were there when I needed them.
They were by my bedside when I was sick.
They comforted me when I felt lonely.
They were with me during my childhood, and throughout my entire life.
They are here now, and offer comfort any time I go to them.
They offered guidance and knowledge.
They taught me how to dream, and sometimes, they made me laugh or cry.
It has been a lifetime friendship, one I will treasure forever.
Books are my friends.
*A true story
The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway – published by Scribners in 1952
That is one classic that I can read more than once with much enjoyment. Although written long time ago, it still reads fresh. I love Hemingway’s word rhythm and the way he paints a picture in my mind. He transports you through time and place, and plays with your senses.
I was able to find an old copy sometime ago, and it is one of my forever books. It is missing the dust jacket, but I love it just the same. It might appear as a first edition, but it isn’t. It is missing the Scribners seal and the letter A on the copyright page. It is valuable to me. I know I will keep reading it from time to time, and probably on an August or September afternoon; it seems a perfect read then.
If you have not read this classic, I invite you to read it. Maybe you can try it for this summer. You will not be disappointed.