Lost in a book store

I love to read.  It has not always been that way, however.  When I was learning to read I struggled with dyslexia so the letters and words changed sizes and danced on the pages.  It was hard to focus or follow along with the class.  Because I had trouble following the words I hated the sound of my voice in the reading circle because it stopped and started, sounding so unsure and constantly needing help from the teacher with the others in the circle snickering behind their books.  (I'm sure they did.)

Finally I gained some control of my difficulties sometime after junior high and began to read everything I could get my hands on.  It is still the same today.  I read fiction, non-fiction, history, biographies, poems, short stories, novels, novellas, cookbooks and self-help, magazines and newspapers.  I especially like new age, vampire stuff, ghost and haunting s, healing, spiritual and prayer information.  I don't like romance so much, it doesn't seem real to me anymore but . . . that's just me.

My favorite place is not the library, that seems too overwhelming and frustrating some how.  It is the book store.  Barnes and Nobles is the one close by.  I like to go there alone so I can roam the isles aimlessly.  I like to go there on a mission for some new book I heard about or the next novel in a series that I must have before I finish the current one.  But most importantly I like to go there when I am feeling stressed or panicky.

Probably sounds strange but it calms me.  I loose myself there.  I leave my head, all the stuff that is stressing me.  I breath in the energy of all those books.  Also the energy of all those present who have also lost themselves because we book lovers are mostly all alike.

So if I don't speak to you when you see me next week in that special place, I am not being rude, I am just not in my body, I am in the zone.