…with books.
I’m one of those people who love old, yellowed pages…novels with barely any picture on the cover they are so faded, yet the images they evoke when you enter the pages make your head spin.
In particular, I remember summer road-trips in our old Mazda, spreading out in the back seat while my parents tried to distract me from the heat in the vehicle (imagine: it’s 2pm, no air-conditioning and we were in the middle of California) by encouraging me to enjoy the landscapes we drove by. I was 12 years old at the time and couldn’t care less if I was looking at mountains, deserts or an empty parking lot – I was living Jean Valjean’s adventures in “Les Misérables” or spending 18 excruciating years in prison with Edmund Dantés in “the Count of Monte Cristo”.
I will never forget my complete ignorance of the beads of sweat building on my back and forehead in that oven of a car … that’s how enamoured I was by my books!!
These days, technology has changed the ways in which we read, write and generally speaking – communicate. Nevertheless, I always feel a bit ill at ease if I don’t have a good novel, or at least a good Permaculture-gardening guide, sitting by my bedside.
Whether it’s audiobook, eBook or traditional paperback…I cherish those who can work magic with words and the ensuing masterpieces that they create.