I’m craving a book.  Yes, I said craving.  Like Elvis craved a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich.  Longing, pining, desiring.   Sometimes all I need in life is a book, a blanket, and a couple of hours.  I don’t usually make it that long before falling asleep.

Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. ~Mark Twain

I couldn’t agree more, Mark. 

If I think real hard, walk around the house a couple of times, and eat a chocolate chip cookie, maybe I could remember the last book I read.  Right now I’ve got a blank screen in my mind, occasionally flickering.  It’s been too long. 

Unless you count school reading, which doesn’t really count does it?  Right now I’m reading the book Sounder to my class.  Just today the poor, black boy in the story was saying how badly he wanted a book.  He probably could teach himself to read if only he had one.  He’d heard somewhere that some people had so many books, they only read them once.  Surely, there couldn’t be that many books in the world. 

I usually only read books once as well.  My dad, on the other hand, would read a book again and again.  One in particular was the Grapes of Wrath.  My mother finds it a waste of time to read a book twice.  I’m with her on this, unless it’s To Kill A Mockingbird, which I try to read every summer.  I also loved Eat, Pray, Love and vowed I would read it again someday, yet that someday hasn’t come.

But it’s coming.  Very soon. 

When June 1st arrives, I’m driving myself to the public library.  I’m checking out a stack of books and turning off the phones.  The grass can grow tall.  The dishes can pile up in the sink.  The tomatoes will need pickin’.  My legs will need shaving.  The chickens might even go hungry. 

Nah.  I’ll feed the chickens in between chapters. 

I plan on delving into some good books.  If you have a suggestion, let me know. 

Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend.  Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read~ Groucho Marx

Maybe I have a thing for men with bushy moustaches. 

 I hope your innards turn to outards and your ears go visey-versey!   ~Yosemite Sam

Or maybe they just have good quotes.

What’s your favorite book?  Or quote?  Or moustached man?