Sunday, August 21, 2005

I go hog wild in Toadstool

Today I got a birthday present! Rather, I used a birthday present. I went to the Toadstool Bookstore to use a Gift Certificate that I got from Dad and Mom Pass on my last birthday. Thanks again, Dad and Mom! This is a record; usually it takes me about a year to use up a Gift Certificate. I used it all up today, and more; I splurged. Splurge splurge splurge. Isn't that a funny word? It makes me think of lips. Anyway- moving on in the stream of consciousness...

( Brad says that sometimes when I do my stream of consciousness thing out loud in conversation, it's like tickling him. I guess it bothers him and amuses him simultaneously. But then, Brad says a lot of things. He also says that living with me is good training for having a teenage daughter someday. To be fair, I begged him to tell me what he was thinking, and that was it...)

I actually bought a brand new hard cover book. I NEVER do that. I almost always get used books...but this was a new book in a series that I had read about a year ago...and so after an almost exhaustive perusal of the store, I took el plunge-o. I suppose I could have looked for it in the library someday...but I WANTED it, so I got it. After all, what are Gift Certifs for, if not to GET WHAT YOU WANT?! I also got a used childrens' book, and a blank book/journal and exceeded the Gift Certificate a bit ( why do I always have the urge to say Gift Snertificate?).

Giving me a gift snertificate to a bookstore is one of the best things you can do for me. It sends me into paroxysms of joy to really indulge in a good, hearty browse but at the same time it is also one of the most frustrating challenges, an exquisite torture in fact, because there are just TOO MANY BOOKS I WANT TO BUY! I feel a mounting sense of urgency as I wander through the stacks of books...I want to read that, and that, and That, and THAT!...or at least try them out to see if they are any good...And I wish I could just read my whole life. Then I wonder if all these books will be available to read in eternity. Will bad books disappear with the return of Christ? Will sections of books disappear? Will words disappear? Are bad words unknown in heaven? I mean, even if we try to remember them, will we be able to? Or are earthly books banned? Will there be just books written in heaven there? In any event, I think in my heavenly mansion, or maybe just next door, there is going to be a huge, grand library- I mean, football stadiums huge- with rolling ladders and everything. And best of all, there will be TIME to read them ALL.

7 comments:

Mrs. RF said...

Glad to hear that you got so much enjoyment out of the gift certificate!

pennyjean said...

Hooray for books! (and the stream of consciousness, too!)

Booker said...

I second Penny's thots-Hurray for streams of consciousness-it is fun to see where they lead.

As for books. I would like to think that all books ever written[be they good, bad or plain old mediocre] will be available to us once in heaven. but that is about as verifiable as pets in heaven. Can't really say one way or the other...

Anonymous said...

Yay for books! Have you ever tried going into a really big library? It's like walking into a candy store with a gift certificate, only much, much better! I just look around and think, "I can read any books I want...for free!"

And then I can't decide what to get, so I read Katie's books.

Ah well. I hope my heavenly library comes equipped with Katie, to recommend books to me.

Lisa

ljm said...

Don't take any chances--read all the bad books now!

Claire said...

Liane- I LOVE you!

Sojourning...well, I have to admit, I didn't want to say the books because the new hardcover one I spent most of my G.C.$ on is really just a light, silly, fluffy novel. It's sort of a combination of Mitford and Lake Woebegone. It's from the Harmony series written by Philip Gulley and is titled, " A Change of Heart."

As for the children's book, I fell in love with the illustrations and yet also enjoy the story... It's called "Homeplace" by Anne Shelby, illustrated by Wendy Anderson Halperin. It's a grandmother talking to her granddaughter about the history of her house, built in the 1800's by her great-great-great-great grandfather...and how it gets passed down through generations ...and what each family added to the house...and how things changed over the decades...the illustrations are just MAGIC.I thought I might give it to my neice or nephews for Christmas but...I just might hang onto it for myself.

CKS said...

Hahahaha! I love Liane, too! Oh, I laughed and laughed at her comment. Yeah, maybe while I'm working my way through the bad books I'll highlight all the bad words so the rest of you can do a quick skim and get everything you'd miss in heaven. So that's what Granbeth was up to!