Gathering Around Inspirations: Losing Yourself in a Good Book

This past week has not been my most productive. At least not in the practical sense of productivity. I have always loved reading, so much so that I have to be careful it does not consume all my free time. I could lose myself in a good book for hours. And this past week I have become totally sucked into good books.

It started with Because of Winn-Dixie (affiliate link). I’ve read this book several times, but I decided to start reading it to Rebekah while nursing her. It is a quick read and hard to put down, even on your fifth time reading it. We finished it in four days. It wet my appetite for good fiction, and I soon found myself reading Messenger, one of the sequels to The Giver . I couldn’t put it down. The next day, when I took Rebekah to the library, I also checked out Son and Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry.

One of Mitch’s favorite books is The Giver. He has read it several times. Though I really enjoyed it, I think I like the rest of the series even more.

As a result, my writing and crocheting times have been more, ahem, limited. But I have finished three books this week . . . That counts as productive, right?

I did, however, finish two, quick hanging towels. Well, except for the buttons. I still need to sew on the buttons.

I also found some new books of poetry for both myself and Rebekah. Allowing poetry to be an enjoyable and regular part of our reading diet is something for which I strive. Granted, she is still a bit young, and it is not an every day thing. But as an aspiring poet, I am trying to read a larger variety of poetry myself. If I really enjoy a book of poetry (like Ted Kooser) I can finish it in an afternoon. Granted I have a free afternoon–ha! 

I came across Jude Nutter’s I Wish I Had a Heart Like Yours, Walt Whitman at a library book sale and since I am not familiar with her work, I thought it was a good chance to start branching out. I am intrigued by her perspective and imagery–though often dark and pondering some of the underbelly of humanity. At least this is what I have surmised thus far–I am only a couple poems in . . .

The books of poetry I found to read to Rebekah and hopefully incorporate into our collection for future years are much more happy–celebrating seasons and nature.

Bugs: Poems about Creeping Things (affiliate link) by David L. Harrison is s fun little book with sketches that make me laugh. It teaches a bit about each bug, but it is mostly just a fun-loving book of funny poems about bugs.


I have to include this poem because I have a friend who is quite afraid of worms. 😉

The Year Comes Round: Haiku through the Seasons by Sid Farrar celebrates each season through haiku. It is a great springboard for teaching children about haiku poetry. I think it would be a splendid inspiration for having a nine or ten-year-old make their own book–writing a haiku for each season and illustrating it.

Sharing the Seasons: A Book of Poems selected by Lee bennett Hopkins is a great read-aloud book.  The pictures are bright, vivid, and lively. The poetry selection ranges from traditional, to modern, to whimsical and fun. I’ve had so much fun reading through it myself. The imagery is spot on and accessible for elementary age students.

Do you ever lose yourself in a good book? What was the last page-turner you read?