Sadly, I do not read as much as I’d like – but I don’t go out to dinner, run marathons or do any of those things that I used to before my children got so darn busy … but that’s OK … because it is my children that remind me daily how lucky I am. As for rereading books … I’ve heard tales about people that do that – but admittedly, I am not one …
Now I, like everyone, have my list of favorites – (Night, A Tree Grown in Brooklyn … others listed here) – ones that I keep visible so that I am reminded of the lessons learned or messages reaped when I first read them. But I have never read any of them, in their entirety, twice.
I also have my list of those I want to read – War and Peace, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly … and a handful of others that sit in a not so visible place … I dust those, move them from room to room, and sometimes take them on airplanes hoping to crack one open.
BUT. Come to think of it … there is one book – one, that I have read multiple times … one that never ceases to amaze me, make me smile, or, like my children, remind me how lucky I am – because, alas …
It is a troublesome world. All the people who’re in it
are troubled by troubles almost every minute.
So I ought to be thankful, a whole leaping lot,
for the places and people I’m lucky I’m not!
That’s why I say, “Duckie!
Don’t grumble! Don’t stew!
Some critters are much-much,
oh, ever so much-much,
so muchly much-much more unlucky than you!”
This post brought to you by none other than, Dr. Seuss, Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? And the peeps over at The Daily Prompt: Second Time Around – Tell us about a book you read again and again without getting bored – what is it that speaks to you?
Now go grab the day by the horns people –