How do I characterize living with a book addict? Well, for one thing, life is never boring, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Yes, when someone uses the term “addict”, it tends to have a negative connotation, yet I think that for Kim it’s definitely been a positive aspect of her life. Ever since the piles of books began growing around our apartment and she began excitedly waking me up at 2am to tell me that she just finished another book, I’ve noticed a big change. Her vocabulary and writing style has improved dramatically, and she’s become better at expressing how she feels both in print and in words. Yes, I do sometimes get really weird dreams that are somehow intermingled with Kim telling me about her latest book, but I think it’s for the better (i.e. the other night I dreamt that I was a stuffed turkey somehow…). Living with Kim’s passion for reading has helped me to rekindle the reading spirit in myself. In high school I used to love reading Tom Clancy and Clive Cussler books, and although I was pretty singular in the types of books I read, I loved reading them just the same. To be honest going to high school and college really took away the passion I had for reading as my reading switched from things I wanted to read to reading for school. Now that I’m out of school and have some free time, I find myself drawn back into the world of reading thanks to Kim.
I always tell Kim that she reminds me of my neighbor, Uncle Ralph. Although not technically my uncle, Uncle Ralph was a reviewer who read and critiqued books. Although he was paid for this job, I sincerely think he would have done it for free. The man loved books. His house was a library, packed with towers of books that covered the gamut of subjects and tastes. He was a virtual encyclopedia of knowledge, and if he didn’t know something off of the top of his head he would go to a filing cabinet where he literally filed pieces of information from books, magazines, and newspapers that he found interesting. His love of books and reading extended into a love of life that I will always remember. So, although I am now wielding my way around stacks of books in our apartment and Kim comes home sheepishly from a trip to Barnes and Noble (her second home), I look past the pages and see that her passion flourishing is in fact a reflection of a greater joy for life that she is experiencing. So, I encourage anyone who reads this blog to take more time out of your life to read and share what you’re reading with those around you. Because we live in a world fraught with increasing worry and conflict, a few more Uncle Ralphs and Kims out there wouldn’t hurt one bit.
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