Are you one of those people who, no matter how much you are enjoying it, simply cannot wait to finish the book you are reading when another interesting title catches your eye? Me too. Unfortunately, a busy schedule limits my dedicated reading time. So what’s a bibliophile to do?
Reaching the end of a great book is a bittersweet moment. If the story was fiction, and the characters spoke to your heart, then it’s an emotional high to complete their journey with them.
Although I’ve been an avid reader all my life, I’d honestly never heard the term “bibliotherapy” until recently. Apparently, I’ve been out of the loop.
Like many women in our community, I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for paper books.
No matter how good e-books get, there is something about the feel, and even smell, of paper that brings back fond childhood memories. I’m sure that many people of our generation have similar associations.
I love winter! As I sit here writing this, I have a cup of steaming Lady Grey tea on my desk. Through the window, I can see little children playing in their starfish costumes, snow falling all around them. There are only two things that would make this day perfect – a roaring fire (sadly not an option given my modern, but, small apartment) and a good book!
January is here and with the winter weather in full force, I can’t think of a better time to curl up on the sofa with a good book! This month, as the smell of smoke fills the air and the landscape is painted a thousand shades of grey and white, we have some excellent book recommendations from our Sixty and Me sisters.
From historical fiction to science-fiction, there is sure to be something for you. Enjoy the following books in good health and in good spirits.
I have never wanted to join a book club. Oh, I know there are many excellent groups out there, whose members cherish their time together, but there are just as many dysfunctional book clubs that could turn any warm book-lover’s heart stone cold.
Books teach us about who and how we are in the world. They speak to our loftiest ideals and our darkest shadows. Books reveal humanity’s path.
I was sitting at Ned’s Bar, last week, across the street from Madison Square Park, with my old friend Jeff. As we mused about life, like all Boomers do, he said: “loss in inevitable in life, unless you’re a hermit.” He certainly got that right: If we never connect with people, we won’t experience sorrow, but we also won’t experience love. Isn’t that one of life’s cruelest ironies?