Please be reassured, this post has no hardships in it, only joys. I love stories. I love to immerse myself in them. The worlds in them become real to me.
Last night I went to bed after about 20 minutes of hard crying, eyes red and hankies full. But this was not from memories of the past, nor of injustices. No this was from days of listening to an audio version of a book series I really like.
I listen to them on Youtube. I wish I could afford to buy the audio versions. I can not. Ron and I just talked and I am going to buy Aron Ra’s new book in Ibook format rather than audio book because the Ibook is 10 dollars and the audio one is 21 dollars. I watch every video of Aron I can, but I have to live within my means.
So why the tears you ask. The book was Moreta: DragonLady of Pern. I have loved the pern books since I was a child using them as an escape from my horrible world and wishing for a dragon to come take me away.
I loved the stories, I became a character in each book. I have developed my own versions of them extended to my wishes in stories to occupy my mind as I try to sleep. I create situations and characters and build on the world the author created as a way to take me to sleep in a good way. If you have never read or heard the world of Pern I suggest you start with the first four novels. Dragonflight, dragonquest, the white dragon, the weyrs of Pern. There were two others I loved written in between these called dragon singer and dragon drums. I think maybe my love of dragons came from this time of my life.
The books were a great escape and for a while I was not allowed to have books in the house, not even school books. But local librarians would let me stay in the town library until closing and even let me take a book home without any record. So many grand book, so many great worlds to explore.
Last night I finished the audiobook just before bed. The ending is both heroic and very sad. In case you wish to read them I won’t say it here. But I sat here at my desk blubbering like a deranged person while the cats meowed at me wondering what was wrong. I was happy but so into the story the pain of it was a pain I felt. I know, silly old man with too much imagination and too little sense some will say. However if you ever had to sneak a book home and read it late at night under covers with a flashlight maybe you can understand the wonders of worlds others can create and you can journey to. It admire the talent, I enjoy the stories, I love the worlds.
I use to have thousands of books. When I got old enough to have my own place and my own life I made a room in my house into a library. It was lined with shelves and had two comfortable chairs. I had accounts at several book stores. I read anything that seemed interesting, trash and good alike. Ron was stunned when he moved in, he had never seen such a thing. I knew every book and could tell you the story each one held. We lost them after moving from our first home together. We never got books back until we got Ipads and Iphones and started rebuilding our library. We have quite a diverse collection now. Not the amount I had then, but still enough to keep me happy. I am reading a book Ark suggested to me. The wilt alternative by Tom Sharpe. I give myself 40 minutes to an hour to read every morning before I get out of bed. I figure that is something I owe myself and Ron doesn’t mind. The election news has cut into my reading time, but it will soon be back to the books full time.
Well if you got this far thank you for reading. I hope stories mean as much to you as they do me. I hope you can get as much out of them. They still take me to places of great wonder and while I read I am in there with them. Be well, be happy, be safe. Hugs