When I was a little girl, I use to think that the term “the library” was another way of saying someone was in the bathroom. That’s because my father did most of his reading while sitting on “the throne.” He didn’t have a lot of money, but he would have given me his last dime if I wanted to buy a book. Do you remember Dick, Jane, and Sally? I was obsessed with reading, and he wanted to encourage my love of books.
Fast-forward about forty years. When I first met my husband, we immediately hit it off. We had so much in common. He adored me and I love being adored. He took me to a bookstore on our first date, and he bought me a book. He once owned a used bookstore and his house was filled with thousands of books. I had found my prince.
Our collection is stored all over our house, and the vast majority of the books you see on my blog come from our collection. My haunts include used bookstores, thrift shops, and I’m addicted to eBay. Every nurse needs a hobby. It’s a good thing that my husband is handy in the workshop. He makes all of our bookshelves. Here’s a small sample of our collection. This is a corner of our basement. Bookshelves line all four walls of the basement, and books are stacked to the rafters. Some of you have asked me if I read all of the books I review. I don’t read every Harlequin Romance book. The plots are thin and if you’ve read one Harlequin Romance book, you’ve read them all. Otherwise, I read the books I write about. Reading helps me relax after working at the hospital. It’s a great escape. Currently, I’m reading a book about Mary Roberts Rinehart. She was a nurse who became a famous mystery writer. I’ll be writing about her soon.
Hello, I’m Mother Jones, RN and I’m a bookoholic.