"When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation."Elizabeth Kostova- The Historian

Last week, I had a question about the definition of a friend. Patrick gave me some really great things to think about, but overall I am still struggling with this idea.

This week, I turned back to my books for comfort. Things are progressing, but I have so much on my plate right now. I am overwhelmed. I need a good friend to turn to. Unfortunately, many of the people I know are also crazy busy. SO I turn back to books. I've always found a friend in books. They come into my world, give me comfort, share their struggles, sometimes have happy endings, and generally fill my life. I was an only child, often found somewhere curled up with a book. I filled my days, especially during winter, with reading. I read and read and read some more. Every week my dad would take me to the bookstore and we'd pick out something new. We went the library constantly. I loved skimming the covers and grabbing something that caught my eye. Sure, I had human friends. But there's just something so wonderful in a book. They talk back, but don't put you down. They cry with you instead of at you. They laugh along with your funnies. They are the perfect friends in many ways.

Resolution of the week: Until my life calms down a bit. Until I can figure out who my real friends are. Until I meet new people. Until I can feel comfortable in my own skin. I am going to rely on books. Sounds like a great plan. And I've got some new ones just waiting to make my acquaintance.