A Book’s Promise

In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own.—Anna Quindlen

Books. I look around my tiny home and am surrounded by bound printed pages. Stacks of them. Everywhere. Three on my desk. Three on my nightstand. On the mantle. On the armoire. On the cabinet. And stuffed within the built-ins.

Some were gifts. Many were purchased because I believed they held a nugget I sought at the time—writing advice, simple DIY projects, mindfulness tools, a peek into the minds of women I admire (Anais Nin, Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Georgia O’Keefe), and socially-conscious business practices.

Many remain unread. Especially the three 25-book stacks by the side of my bed. I keep that sacred pile there so that they aren’t tucked away on a shelf, but are in my face reminding me to read them. Instead, I stack more on top. That mind trick I played on myself hasn’t been successful. Yet.

Tim’s mom recently informed me about Bookbub. They send daily emails with .99 – $2.99 Kindle books on sale in the genre of your choosing. Each day when I open the email, I say a little prayer that there won’t be a book on there I “need.” A few times a week, my prayers aren’t answered and now my Kindle collection is growing.

I’d love this to be a  post about how I figured out how to stop collecting books using an easy five-step system.

Unfortunately, it’s more of a confession.

Each book holds a promise. A chance to figure life out, be happier, make the perfect handmade gift, eat more plants, write better, create more, make healthier decisions, do yoga a certain way, have stronger connections, save the animals.

And, I want all of it.

Although I haven’t purchased a book in 48 hours (she writes with a sense of pride), I know there will be more.

Since childhood books have been my trusted companions. My confidants. My opportunity to get lost. My chance to learn more about myself and others. My time to dream.

Books hold a promise of deeper connection. To our inner world and the world we inhabit. What better gift could there be? Bisous. x

P.S. Here’s a fun piece on 11 Bookish Things Every Bibliophile Should Do at Least Once.

8 comments

  1. Debbie says:

    Wow! I just had a chance to read this. I thought I was the only one ~ LOL! I used to collect fiction books ~ mostly happy, comical, romantic, historical fiction ones. Lately I’m headed over to non fiction ~ mindfulness, yoga, vegan cookbooks, and how to live more authentically. For awhile I was requesting books at the library. That worked ~ for awhile, before I wanted the own the book. I wish I could say that I’ve read every book I own, but I didn’t/don’t. After last night’s event I’m going to make a reading list for the summer. A nice mix of fiction/non fiction and a commitment to try at least one new recipe/week from the many vegan cookbooks I own. Gotta keep myself honest!

    • Kimberly Wilson says:

      Heh, I TOTALLY relate, Debbie. Making a reading list and/or tracking on Goodreads can be a great way to hold ourselves accountable. And it’s just good to know we’re not alone, right?! 🙂 x

  2. Kirsten says:

    I love books! Although lately I have been weeding out ones I thought I had to have and realize I don’t. My library sells them so they are going for a good cause.

    Books do hold promises whether it is connecting with the past or the future or how we can see ourselves become.

    There is something about holding a book in your hand that will never be replaced by an e-book.

    Kirsten

    • Kimberly Wilson says:

      Agree, Kirsten, I love the feel of a book in my hands. Although being able to tote 50 with me in an e-reader sure is a treat. So agree with the mention of them helping connect us with our past or how we see ourselves in the future. Beautifully put! x

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