Right now I am in the process of ruthlessly culling my collection of books so it will fit in one bookcase. So I’ve been asking myself, “When is a book more than a book?” Here are some answers.
…When it is “The Story of Religion” by Potter and the flyleaf says, “Happy Birthday to Garner T. Corson [my father] from Sam and Dorothy [my oft-mentioned aunt and uncle], Feb. 18, 1938
…When it is “Stories to Tell to Children” that has the story of Epaminondas that my Aunt Florine told me for the first time when I was 5.. I’ve told this story to countless children, and kids have come back years later for me to repeat the story “Epaminondas, you ain’t got the sense you was born with.”
…When it is Birk and Birk’s “Understanding and Using English,” the one college textbook I have referred to over and over again through the years
… When it is Alcott’s “Little Men” and the flyleaf reads, “ To Dorothy from Uncle Sam because she was brave in the dentist’s chair,” June 22, 1946
…When it is a book by Ann Lamott because she is the most down-to-earth inspirational writer I know
…When it is “Goren’s Complete Book of Bridge” which reminds me of my promise that I will relearn that game
…When it is “Bridge to Terabithia” or “Stone Fox,” and I need a good cry
…When it is any book set in Boston
…When it is Bryce Courtenay ‘s “The Power of One” a book my three adult children and I read and immediately declared one of the best books ever
…When it is Greenberg’s “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden” because it is a deeply moving story. One of my favorite sayings is from this book: “Some of the things we remember best never happened.”
…When it is “Clematis” by Ernest Cobb, read to the class by my second grade teacher. I loved Clematis and Miss Rose so much that my Uncle Sam bought me my own copy of the book and planted a clematis bush outside my bedroom window.
Dorothy C. Judd © 2016
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