books

My father used to hide under the covers with a flashlight as a little boy, exploring the world he longed to know. I've never met anyone who has read as many books as this man, and the many custom designed libraries built in the many homes he's lived in over the years can attest to that fact. As a little girl I would spend hours in the library of our first home, pacing the 70's style rug as I perused the touring mahogany shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling. At one point I even made my own library cards out of construction paper and stapled pockets in the front covers of all my favorite books so the other members of my family could check them out of "the library." That's a story in and of itself. The point is, as I sit on my couch at night going back and forth between the two books I'm currently reading, I realize that my father's desire to learn more about himself and the world around him lives on in his offspring...and to me, that's a beautiful thing. I am a bottomless pit for information, always longing for more, always seeking to better myself. Thanks dad...I wouldn't want to live any other way.

~Lola Rain