The beginning

...of a scrapbook page.

Here is my attempt to capture my love of classic novels. I don't have many in hardback, and then some I had to part with when moving. The great thing is that I know I can always find them again at the library. I want to do a scrapbook page on these books that capture my heart. It's hard to explain why they mean something to me. The stories are long and complex, and they usually make me cry along the way. Well - not Twain, he makes me laugh. And not Shakespeare. But I love them. I think its the by-gone day feeling, the sense of time standing still, and the character development that occurs within a 600 page epic. I remember reading Les Miserable and wishing over and over that I could quit, it was so sad -but loving the characters so much that I couldn't walk away.

I miss the time I used to spend engrossed in a book. I tune everything out and become a part of the plot. I do this with movies too, which is why I can't watch scary movies and I cry at any sappy chic flick that comes along. But tuning things out and raising children do not blend well, so the books will have to sit and wait.