Sometimes words scare me. Sometimes they are difficult and hard to come by, and sometimes words are used mistakenly. It’s been truly eye opening so far during my time here in D.C. to see the important role words have.
But most of the time, words inspire me.
They are one of the few things that continue day in and day out to challenge, fascinate and surprise me. I have always believed that words are the most powerful tool that we have, and even in our visually driven world, I still stand by that belief.
Sure, I don’t expect everyone to always carry around a red pen, pour over books or obsess over lyrics like I do, but I do wish sometimes that people stopped to read them more. For me, its sort of a “stop and smell the roses” thing, something that is good for both the mind and the soul.
This past weekend I went to a semi-annual book sale at the public library.
Let’s just say that it’s good thing I drove there, when I could have walked, and I just about hyperventilated when I called my Mom to tell her all the steals that I found.
I bought a variety of books — mostly fiction — spanning a few genres.
My greatest find though was an English Grammar and Composition book from 1887. It was in considerably good shape with the binding still well intact. I know this is one of those extreme nerd moments where most people roll their eyes, but as for me, this was equivalent to others’ excitement for baseball cards or comic books.
Here are some of the other words that I’ve stopped and read lately.
Have a wonderful Monday!