- Booker T. Washington taught me to be slow to judge my perceived enemy, to persevere in the face of great, seemingly insurmountable opposition, and to brush my teeth.
- The Gilbreths were proud of the large family, never embarrassed. I love the way they always encouraged learning and found fun and creative ways to educate themselves.
- Caddie's father taught me the difference between a lofty, silly lady and a stable, grounded, capable woman. He explained how influential a mother is in a community, nation, and . . .
- I had no idea how trench warfare looked and am once more filled with gratitude for the soldier's sacrifice. I also wonder how many people fight for their country (even receiving medals) and are then are betrayed by them (German Jews, American Blacks).
- We have fallen a long way from the visionaries in 1774 Boston. They wouldn't pay a very small tax on tea, now we are paying more and more and more taxes for, often, ineffective, inefficient programs. And we just whine in our living rooms. We aren't doing anything about it.
- The Call of the Wild should have never made it to publishing. It was an irritating book with a stupid ending.
- I would like to see The Lake District someday.
And so on. I loathe self-help books. They rub me the wrong way and seem so contrived. A story format, for me, is easier to absorb. Also, self-help writers cannot hold a candle to classic authors or, more absolutely, scripture. My sassy way of taking notes on an assigned self-help book was to write scriptural references in the margins where the Lord says a similar thing only better.
My husband, on the other hand, is a skimmer. Although he has a list of books he has finished, generally, he reads short passages, single chapters or a section he remembers enjoying during his last skim. He leaves a path a books through our house. His mother claims that he has always done this. On his bed stand, right now, sit Greatest Speeches of 1980, a couple of Childcraft Encyclopedias, a biography about Spencer W Kimball, Divine Center, a manual for a class he taught a dozen years ago, Strange Stories and Amazing Facts, and his notes from Microeconomics--a course taken in 2007. It used to drive me crazy, but now it has become endearing. I love that man.
My daughter likes to choose a series and exhaust it. My sister reads everything she touches (101 books in 2008!!). My friend only listens to books on tape--she feels like she is not wasting time, that way, and can still get her house clean. My baby ingests the words, literally.
How do you read?