I love books. Just love them. If I lived in olden times and had a lot of money, I would have had a library. Floor to ceiling books with one of those cool ladders that slides along so you can reach the volumes on the top shelves. Even to this day, I get goose bumps when I’m on my university’s campus and go by the library. I spent A LOT of time in that building, and I’m still in awe of it.
My love affair with books is twofold. One, so many books help you to learn and I love to learn. They’re filled with concepts, ideas, history, theories, knowledge, energy, passion and just different ways of looking at things. Secondly, many books help me escape to another world, another time, another person’s life, another drama, someone else’s dreams, and it’s so welcome at times to have that respite.
So combine my love of books with my love of Costco (yes, that’s right–Costco Warehouse–the place that sells everything in bulk) and you have a piece of heaven. They have books–lots of books–and all offered at a discount. Yesterday, before I traveled to my Dad’s to visit with him for Fathers’ Day, I went to Costco. While there, I ventured to the book tables, which is always pure joy for me. I looked at the titles, picked up a few and read their synopses, searched the piles and just wasted some time. Even with my love of the actual physical books, I do have an “e-reader” and most often buy my books on line. So, usually my perusal of Costco books amounts to nothing more than window shopping (Remember my post on having “more stuff?” E-books are one way to cut down on the physical stuff). But, today was different. I spotted two books I couldn’t take my eyes or hands off of.
The first one is titled, “The Eighty-Dollar Champion,” which is a book about Snowman–a white horse who was saved from the glue factory and became a champion jumper. I love feel-good true stories like Snowman’s. Combine that with my love of animals and I have all those sorts of books. “Marley and Me,” “Seabiscuit,” “Dewey,” “Secretariat;” you get the picture. Into the cart the book went. Then I spotted a second one, and you won’t be surprised why. The title is, “The Road to Grace.” Grace. My mother’s name and one of my favorite words (obviously). It’s written by the author of “The Christmas Box” and it tells the fictional journey of a man who walks across the United States after he lost his wife, his job and his house. Hmmmm. Yep, into the cart that one went, too! This blog will likely bear witness to stories and quotes from both of these books in the coming weeks, but for now I’ll leave you with two from “The Road to Grace:”
- One can never know what a new road will bring.
- Heroes and angels usually arrive in disguise.
Both quotes kind of remind me of the “unseen” post from the other day. One never fully knows or always recognizes when we’re in the midst of grace.