As I was looking over the list of books in my previous post, I was struck with the fact that with some of the books I could recall what was happening in my life as I was reading them. I took a trip down memory lane as I recalled some of the titles.
For example, I remember sitting in a hotel room reading Ann-Marie MacDonald's Fall on Your Knees because I was working out of town. I remember a hot summer afternoon on my deck reading Mistry's A Fine Balance. Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett takes me back to the beach in Cozumel, and Steinbeck's East of Eden recalls a Saturday morning spent reading in bed and telling my husband that this was the best book that I had ever read.
Books have been a constant throughout my life. Not only have I enjoyed so many wonderful books, I also have many touch points to life experiences when I recall those that are most special to me.
One more reason that books are truly a gift.