I am sure it is obvious that reading is my passion. I read to escape. I read to relax. It is my obsession. Something like a second skin. I used to not be great about sharing my favorite books. A few times I shared great books and never got them back. Lately, I have made the decision to get better about sharing the books I really enjoy. I gave my sister-in-law three of my favorite books at one time to read. Think of the risk involved in that move. She could have lost all of them. Then I would have had the tough decision. Do I love the books enough to replace them? I used to reread books all the time. I do not do that very often anymore. I always have a stack of first time reads to keep myself busy. I probably will not reread any of those books. But.....I need to have them just in case.
Fear that people will lose the books is only one of my problems about sharing the books. There is another major issue. What if I have lend someone a book that I think is a 5 and they read it and do not think it is a 5? It is opening up a piece of my soul to judgement. This week I gave out two books that I consider a 5. One of the reasons I did it is because I want to share the conversation about the books. The book club has opened me up to how much better books are shared. The more people I know that read the books I love, the more conversations I can have about the books. That makes the after glow of the read last much longer. I think I am growing as a reader.
That said I hope I get positive feed back on the books I have out there. Otherwise, I just might have to become selfish again.
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