My husband and I both have a serious illness.
My name is Rivka and I am a bookaholic.
I do not allow myself to go to bookstores anymore. It is too dangerous. I cannot leave without a book.
The pile of books next to my bed became unmanageable! So, two weeks ago, I moved all the books to the coffee table in our living room. (they are still there)
Mysteriously, a new pile has already formed.
We need to build more bookshelves! (but who has the time....)
This week is Shavua HaSefer (National Book Week). In the plaza of the former Jerusalem train station, all major and minor publishers have set up stands where books are sold at discount prices. (I suspect that some publishers raise the base price before the sale begins...)
Last year, Moshe and I went together, and exhibitted tremendous self restraint; though Moshe did go back a second night. (see post)
This year, Moshe was determined to go several times to Shavua HaSefer, so he would have enough time to browse. He was like a little boy, trying to figure out when he could go to the candy shop! He has been twice already!
Tonight, we went together (Moshe's third visit).
I was tired, but I am glad I went. It was nice to walk around together.
We looked at books, discussed all sorts of interesting topics, and, once again, exhibited extraordinary self-discipline.
But I am not patting us on the back yet....
We might go again on Saturday night!
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
The Lessons of Roy H. Porter Jr.
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