Books…

The amount of books I have read since winter break proves to be astronomical to me. The thing about me reading is that I only like to read certain authors and then after that, I have no interest. So what usually grasp my interest are the genres: Graphic Fiction, Science based research, and biography. And so I will visit the library every other week and get a new book or five and then read the entire time that I donate plasma.

I just looked today at the books that I brought in to the plasma center and I saw a red spot at the very top of the book where my finger rests. I have now come to the realization that I am staining all the books I have checked out with the residual blood of my finger pricks and I can’t even imagine the biohazards I am creating for the world.

So I am sure that I don’t need to keep a log of what books I have read because at anytime I can go to the Provo library and just look for little blood splatters and I can now exactly what I have read. But then I think that if someday, I contract some deadly, all these books become hazardous to touch. I wouldn’t mind the fact that I would be spreading illness through my past books list, but the fact that the books I read would need to be burned and the books I read are so good.

My roomies have issues with throwing away scriptures or pictures of Jesus. I could do that in an instant but make me throw away a book I really love, that I have read and incorporated into my life, I couldn’t do that. Maybe I put too much into reading and not so much into photos of Jesus but come on, Mary Roach is so much more intriguing than Jesus.