I have no idea what inspired me to write the post below – or what cursed me. I think the excuse I will go for is the devil made me do it!
I believe that a true reader is one that will read anything rather than have nothing to read. For instance, since reading was banned at mealtimes when I was growing up, anything set on the table with words on it became fodder for my growing vocabulary as a child. Backs of cereal boxes, lists of ingredients, big words or little… I loved ‘em all! But as an adult, although my love of words remains, books are the best-loved thing for me. I enjoy magazines, newspapers, catalogs and other ephemera, and, with my new netbook, have taken to reading e-books, but nothing, but NOTHING, inspires me, entrances me, and captures me like a real book. Below, I have completely bastardized Cole Porter – read at your own risk! I Get a Kick Out of You…
Some like magazines galore, to me that’s often a bore, some read recipes, like cooks, but I get my kicks out of books.
Some like mere newspapers and ink, I’m should I could too, at the brink, t’would make me fearful of crannies and nooks, ’cause I get my kicks out of books.
Some, they may go for cocaine, but for me, I will always abstain, it would make me but a simple crook, for I get my kicks out of books.
I get a kick every time I see a library there before me, I get a kick, though it’s clear to me, books obviously don’t adore me
I get no kick from short stories or games, without the real thing my life is but tamed, that’s my idea of something for schnooks, For I always get my kicks out of books!