Slice of Life: Receiving Book Love

On Saturday this was on the dining room table.

My son walks up. “I found it at the library sale. Thought you’d like it.”

“It’s beautiful!  Thank you, I just read about this (on Amy Ludwig Vanderwater’s blog). Let me pay you back.”

“It was a dollar. My gift to you. Want to see what else I got?” He pulls out two stacks of books. Tall stacks. Ten dollars worth.  “Borrow anything you like.”

After pursuing through his purchases, I head out. To the library.

The first Saturday of every month, the blessed local library hosts a book sale. Every time I go, I find something quite extraordinary.

Deep in the literature and poetry section, I hear a familiar voice. I walk over to look.


He looks up like he expected to see me. “Hey, I bought this for your kids. I thought they’d love it.” He hands me a great little book about the states.  “Oh, and I saw a Langston Hughes book in the back section. Did you see it? It’s back here.”

We walk back to dig and find gems.

He looks at me. “I’d promised myself I wouldn’t stay too long.” A few more passes through book boxes, and he pulls himself away. We say goodbye.

At some point after that, I’m at the register with an arm full of books.

“You’re a teacher?” the cashier asks.

I nod.

She counts my books. Mumbling to herself. Calculating. She looks up at me and says, “One dollar.”

I laugh. “Are you kidding?”

“You’re a teacher. Anything for the kids.”

Stunned, I walk to my car. Not at the cost of the lovely books, but at the book love I received.

Thank you, to the people in my life who think of me and give me books.It doesn’t get much better.

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