As five-year-old Sadie stepped into the book store, she gaped at the sheer numbers of books to be read. It was entering a candy store, but with books to be devoured one at a time! Here was a feast she could enjoy for the rest of her life! Her mother reminded her that she could not read them all in one lifetime, but Sadie was determined to try, by golly.
Year after year, Sadie won the contest for most books read in her age division. She never tired of reading about the exploits of more erratic people like Mr. Willing Wonka and his chocolate factory.
Unlike the average teenager, she would spend many a riparian evening sitting with a book on the riverbanks near her home, entranced in worlds beyond her home in Bourton-on-the-Water. Over the last sixty-five years, because of her love of books, she had been called on quite often to formulate on topics as varied as climate change and raising fearless children.
Sadie had instilled in each of her four children a love for reading almost before they could walk. She believed that it was the greatest gift that you could ever give to young minds. Every Christmas, she filled their stockings with books, along with the candy, apples, and oranges that they loved.
She’s age 70 now, a lifetime away from the little five-year-old girl who fell in love with books early in her life. She mostly reads her Bible these days, for she believes dearly in the warnings in Revelation 1:3, “Blessed is he who reads and those who hear the words of the prophecy, and heed the things which are written in it: for the time is near.”
But she can still be found in the local book stores examining the new titles with that same glean in her eyes, seeking for the next mystery by Ruth Rendell or the next spy novel by John Le Carre. She is not averse to cozy mysteries, for she loves any of the many British detective inspectors and their detective sergeants.
She has had a great life, and although Mother was right in that she could not read all the books in the world, she has put a good dent in it. She expects that she will die with a book, hopefully completed, next to her bed.