Those mystic things With timeless beings And worlds standing still They give my heart a thrill I walk through pages Of all the ages Battling countless foes And sharing in characters’ woes Whether digital, found on a Nook or Kindle My how my battery does dwindle Or found on a self As if placed there by an elf With hard or paperback in hand I sit or I stand Until I have read I cannot go to bed They catch me with their hooks Those magic things I call books.
Twice a year, each on a Saturday I get giddy. It feels like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one. Why, you may ask? Bag day at the Ponte Vedra Beach Library. It is here I find vintage books the world has forgotten, authors whose works line my shelf, and authors who are new to me. I become lost in another world as my fingers peruse the titles, reading the first paragraphs, and taking a chance on something new. All ranges of interests are present and accounted for, including music and movies. Just be sure to get there early. Ponte Vedra Beach has many book worms.