Our home has lots of books, book shelves and even some boxes with books stuffed into the attic for safe keeping. Some are sets – treasures the girls enjoyed as children and saved for the future. Some are stories I can read over and over yet never tire of the message. Books make great friends.
Shawn and I visit the library a couple of times each week. We make full use of the reservation system allowing us to get in a virtual line to borrow a book when it becomes available. And we try to observe the rule that we can only check out and bring home as many books as we can carry at one time. I have big arms and I can hold a number of books. Shawn takes a book bag which could possibly be viewed as getting around the rule but books make her happy so it’s OK.
This week I have been sorting through our book collection, especially the children and YA books. I am looking for examples of the best ones. If I want to be a better author, I have to read good authors and see how they wrote. In the search I uncovered a gem I want to share.
The photo is from the title page of a book in the collection. The handwritten text was added with a highlighter and has long since faded so let me translate. The book is clearly owned by “Michelle Nichols”. It likely came to our home through a school purchase or book fair. And it would appear someone borrowed her book and violated the rights of ownership. Michelle posted the rules for her personal library:
“This is my book. Ask before you borrow it to read. If it has a bookmark in it don’t lose my place.”
Right on, Michelle! I hate when that happens.