I Just Hate a Good Book

I just hate a good book!

Well, I love a good book, but I hate that it is going to finish far too soon for my liking. I am reading a book now that I am finding pretty interesting and exciting. There are concepts in the book that tickle my fancy, lots of action and it is hard to put down. I suppose I should mention the name of the book, “The Sixth Station” by Linda Stazi. I believe it is her first book, but she is a columnist for the New York Post so she has some writing creds. I have become caught up in the book and will be finished far too soon.

Part of the problem with getting older is that you begin to run out of things you want to do. It seems that most of the movies and TV shows are just rehashing movies and shows that I have seen before. The books that I like I have already read (several times) and it seems to be getting more and more difficult to fine new books. I am sure they are out there; it’s just hard to find them. I love it when you find a book that captivates you and then find that there is a whole series of books by the same author. It’s nice to grow old with the author and the fictional characters that become like old friends.

Eventually, the author dies and the books are like talking to your parents, good stories but you have heard them time and time again. I miss Robert Heinlein, Issac Asimov, Conan Doyle, J.M. Barry, Robert, Ludlum, Howard Engle, J. K. Rowling and all of their characters that I have come to love reading about. There are many others of course and many that I don’t know about I suppose. It becomes difficult to find those jems that are hiding somewhere on the shelves of my local library.

I just had a horrible thought. In the future with the publishing industry moving towards e-books, I won’t be able to browse up and down the aisles waiting for a book to capture my interest. There won’t be the second hand book stores that have heaps of books just waiting to be discovered by the intrepid bibliophile. It is really difficult to browse titles on the internet. You can’t just pick the e-book up and read a chapter or two; you really have to commit to the book. That’s like getting married after seeing someone’s picture on a poster. They might look okay, but there’s no way of knowing what is behind the smile.

I guess I will adapt and some bright bulb will figure a way for people like me to randomly browse the books for hours at a time while sitting at home. I still have plenty of years where I will be able to stand in the centre of the library or book store with a befuddled look on my face. Oh well, that is the future and in the now I have a book that’s calling my name.