Thanksgiving

Here in the United States we’re coming up on Thanksgiving weekend, a long weekend for everyone, and for that alone we should all give thanks. However, instead I wanted to give thanks to something that’s near and dear to all of our hearts. Books.

Because of books I have been able to explore worlds and lives I never imagined existed. I have been able to travel through wardrobes, I survived the Civil War, grieved the loss of “my sister” Beth, and solved murders armed with only Forensics for Dummies. I have fallen in love with vampires, werewolves, lords, dukes, a Griffin, a hockey player, and yes, just a normal, everyday, handsome man with an attitude problem.

I’ve been able to learn things and change the way I do things. I’ve studied business books and parenting books, wedding books and health books. I’ve scoured books for advice and new ways of thinking and learned about the world from a perspective I don’t get on a daily basis.

So today I salute all books, those I read as a child and those that can still take me to new places today. And of course, I thank all of the writers who continue to bring me something new and fresh and introduce me to worlds that have been nothing but pure joy.

This weekend I’m hoping to spend time with my friends and family and yes, I think I’m going to find a book to share the holiday with.

A Happy Thanksgiving to all. Our offices are closed for the weekend, but we’ll be back on Monday.

Jessica

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24 comments

  1. Huzzah! Yea for books! Thanks, Jessica!

    Me too, I'm very grateful for books. Can't imagine how I'd get through this world without them.

    To all the storytellers and the people who bring their books to us – thanks!

    Have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!

  2. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone at BookEnds. I'm off to shop and hopefully to find time to read before the family arrives. Like you, my world has been enriched and expanded by books. I can't imagine a life without reading.

    Be safe, everyone!

  3. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

    I am so thankful for books, I plan on buying a lot to give as gifts for the holidays. I may – okay, I will – buy a couple for myself as well. 🙂

  4. Your post reminds me of this poem:

    Words

    How I love the mere words, the picturesque and dear words,
    Romany and Patteran and Caravan and Chal-
    How they lilt and sing to me; flame-lit, how they bring to me
    Heathered moors and bending skies and gypsy carnival.

    The sun-swept and the wild words I dreamed of as a child, words
    Like Lariat and Chaparral, Coyote, Pinto, Sage;
    How they flung a dare to me of life without a care to me;
    How the flying hoofbeats rang across the printed page!

    The lanthorn-lit, the old words, the scarlet and the gold words,
    Palfrey, Jerkin, Yeoman, Falcon, Glebe and Glade;
    Minstrel, Lance, and Tourney – what an age-long journey
    Through the posterns of the Past, alone and half-afraid.

    The wind blown and the sea words, the lawless and the free words,
    Spindrift, Doubloon, Cutlass, Jib, Corsair, Yardarm Crew;
    Whispering wild tales to me – ah, how each unveils to me
    Palm-fringed islands rising green against the ocean blue.

    The balsam-scented North, words that call untamed hearts forth, words
    Like Wanigan, and Mackinaw, Duffle, Tumpline, Trail;
    While the languid South to me turns a lover-mouth to me
    Jasmine-scented, passion flowered, by the Bayou pale.

    Some may live their fair dreams, costly, jewelled, rare dreams;
    Some may rove the luring world as free as homing birds;
    But still I'll find my all for me, close-waiting at my call for me,
    In my printed palaces, bright-tapestried with words.

    -Martha Haskell Clarke.

  5. Love the poem.
    I was scrolling down to it thinking of Walt Whitman:
    "There was a child went forth every day/
    And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became;"

    That's the effect books have always had on me, too…

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