“should i put your book in this suitcase?” my husband asked as we packed up to set out for the north.
“good heavens, no!” i cried. “let me have it, i’ll put it in my purse.”
and so i grabbed the new paperback-a mystery, perfect entertainment for a long road trip and just right for easing myself to sleep in strange hotel rooms-and tucked it safely into my purse.
why ever would i want to leave my book in the suitcase, i thought. it needs to be near at hand, especially on a long journey, where it can be brought out at a moment’s notice to while away some time. or where i can reach into my purse and wrap my palm around it’s stiff new pages, a forever friend waiting to keep me company.
i like to keep a book with me at all times, tucked into my bag, in the secret pouch of my car seat, in my music bag…after all, one never knows when you might be gifted with a quiet moment to read.
i would never put my book in the suitcase.
now tell me…where do you put your books?