I Love My Book!

I love my book! I can’t begin to tell you what a wonderful feeling that is. I carry a copy of it with me everyday and am shameless about its promotion. I can’t seem to help myself.

When sitting on the couch, I put it on a table in front of me just so I can stare at it, and in my bedroom, I put it in different places on my bookshelf to see how the spine of my novel looks next to other books I love. I receive immense pleasure every time I read from it and feel the paper and admire the print.

My husband and I play a game. We will call out a number between one and three hundred and twelve and read whichever page that ends up being. We laugh, we cry, and then we laugh some more when we find ourselves crying from a page that we could almost recite word for word because it still moves us, no matter how many times and how many ways we have gone over the page.

It gives me an incredible sense of well being and satisfaction and joy. Knowing that it is putting smiles on complete strangers faces, as well as friends and family members, and touching peoples hearts, and giving them big belly laughs, is oh so rewarding.

I talk about it to anyone who will listen, then I hand them a card with a photo of the book cover. I gush and I can’t help myself. I am that happy!