This week’s writing challenge is asking: How do you prefer to read, with an eReader like a Kindle or Nook, or with an old school paperback in hand?
That’s not a hard question to answer for me. Paperback!
I like the feel of an actual book. The scent of an old book (or a new one) makes me happy. I love going in a bookshop and just browse. I can spend ages in a charity shop, going through books. I love to see row upon row of shelving filled to the brim with books.
And, think about it. What am I supposed to do with my spare room when I don’t have books?
What about BookCrossing? I’m an avid BookCrosser. How are we going to make the world one big library when we don’t have real books anymore? It’s simply not possible.
I can see the advantages of eBooks over real books. If you travel a lot you can bring as many books as you like without the added weight. And if your book is a thick book, an eBook is easier to bring with you on a train, but there’s no joy in eBooks for me.
I’d rather take a FlipBack with me while travelling then an eReader.
So, no eReader for me. Just give me a good book and I’ll be happy.
If you do decide to get rid of some books, please think about donating them to BookCrossing. There are lots of BookCrossers who are always on the look out for new books to set free!
You couldn’t have come up with a better subject, Daily Prompt. This is a very easy question to answer. I’ve thought about this often and I wish I had sufficient funds to build my own library room. If this was the case it would look a bit like this:
We are planning on turning the spare room into a craftroom/library. Right now, most of my books are stored in the attic, still in boxes. But when we finish the spare room it will be a heaven of books. All the walls will be covered in shelves and all my books (hopefully they’ll fit) will be in there. I’ll post pics when it’s done, but it might take a few months years to finish completely.
The sound of the phrase “the teacher’s pet” is unnerving. For me it’s associated with being the outsider in the classroom, the one that’s bullied. I really don’t like the feelings that come up when I hear that phrase.
But it also means a teacher that has had a huge impact on someone’s life.
When I read today’s Daily Prompt; Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her? I can only think of one person. Mrs. K.
Mrs. K. was my english teacher in high school. She has had a lasting impact on my life. She’s the one that got me interested in english, she’s the one that single-handedly kept me from going insane at school.
I was the one that got bullied. A lot. I was the outsider. Mrs. K. knew that. She also noticed that I was interested in anything and everything. She fueled my interests. By simply asking me about things, giving me stuff to do when I was bored. She helped me out when I had problems. I could always talk to her. She helped me a lot.
I can’t help but think without her my life would be much less colourful than it is now. I would never have learned so much english if it wasn’t for her. I would never have gotten to watch Time Team, through which I learned even more. So, in hindsight, she made me tweet in English and made me set up my blog in English. If it weren’t for her I wouldn’t be posting this right now.
When I finished school I kept in touch. I saw her regularly, even babysat her son. The son that was born while I was in her class, I even visited her in hospital. Nowadays I don t see her as much. I know life hasn’t been kind on her. Her husband is very ill. I feel so sorry for her. She helped me through a rough time after school, when my uncle died. I remember her and a friend of my mom helping my up when I collapsed after the funeral. I remember crying like a child on her shoulder.
Mrs. K. thank you so much for all you’ve done for me. Thank you for being there when I needed you. Thank you for making me feel good about myself when others completely trashed me. Thank you for everything you learned me. You are my hero!
These are pictures of the island of Terschelling. It’s relatively close to where I live, but it feels like a totally different place. I’ve lived and worked on the island for about a year and somehow the island grabbed me. It’s in my blood. I love Terschelling.
Normally I never ever say anything about my work and the people who I care for. But when this happened, I couldn’t help but want to share it.
Yesterday I was with this couple. He can hardly stand, never mind walk. She suffers from Dementia. She is his arms and legs. He tells her what to do and she does it. Many times she hasn’t got a clue what butter, milk, tea, an electric razor or anything he asks for is, but eventually they’ll get there.
Well, yesterday was his birthday. She, of course, had no idea. With the first round, at 7.30 AM, I checked on them both and congratulated him. I came back to help them get washed and dressed around 9. When both were dressed, i got him into his wheelchair and rolled him into the livingroom. I went back to the bathroom to clean up the mess. As I walked past her in the kitchen I whispered in her ear “It’s your husband’s birthday, you should congratulate him.” The last bit is necessary, as otherwise she wouldn’t have a clue what to do with the info I just gave her. She smiled, went over to him and grabbed his hand. I disapeared into the bathroom, and watched what happened. I saw the most beautiful thing happening.
“Congratulations on your birthday, sweetheart.” She said. He looked up, surprise and happiness sweeped across his face. “Thanks.” He replied. She gave him a big kiss and they hugged several minutes while I disappeared, with tears in my eyes, and cleaned up the bathroom. When I came out, she was in the kitchen and I don’t think she remembered what had happened.
He called me and asked “Did you tell her it’s my birthday?” When I said yes, he grabbed my hand and said “Thank you, that was the best birthday gift I’ve ever had.”