Today is
Thanksgiving Day in Canada. I, as a
booklover, have much for which to be grateful.
I am
grateful for authors who, using
their imaginations and talent, write those books.
I am
grateful for the trees which provide
the paper on which books are printed.
(Although I read ebooks and listen to audiobooks too, print books are
still my favourite.)
I am
grateful for all the people who work in
the physical production of paper and books (e.g. forestry workers, pulp and
paper mill workers, binders, printers).
I am
grateful for publishers, especially
those who take chances with new authors.
I am
grateful for editors and copy-editors
who ensure that an author’s work is the best it can be.
I am
grateful for translators whose work
allows me to read literature written in many different languages.
I am
grateful for booksellers, especially
the small, independent booksellers who persevere despite all odds.
I am
grateful for my teachers: my elementary school teachers (especially
Zita Bloski) who taught me to read; my high school teachers (especially Sylvia
Post) who challenged me to read widely; and my university professors
(especially Professor Jean Moreau) who expanded my understanding of literature.
I am
grateful for libraries which provide
everyone with free access to books, those politicians
who support them, and the librarians
who staff them and are always willing to make book recommendations.
I am grateful for reviewers, both professional and amateur, whose comments often
guide me to books.
I am grateful to the media that feature book-related articles giving me better understanding of books and authors and making me aware of books I might not
otherwise have encountered.
I am grateful for friends who lend books and discuss them. Among those friends are book club members, especially those in THE Timmins Book Club and
The St. Andrews Lassies Book Club.
I am grateful
for time to read books.
I am
grateful for my husband who gave me the
library of my dreams.
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