I’m excited to see the activities happening at the library this week, I really am. Without having attended anything yet (I’m writing this 5 hours before any of them start), I just have this feeling that this celebration of Charles Dickens is exactly what libraries are supposed to do. Although I’m sad that I can’t go to the ball on Saturday, I’m committing myself to most of, if not all, of the other events.
Probably 25 years ago, I found a free box of books at a garage sale. I hauled them around from place to place for years . . . and once even, I managed to read one.
I say this with personal experience, you will get pulled into the story of “A Christmas Carol,” when you read the original version. I distinctly remember some passages giving me, for lack of a better term I guess, chills and goosebumps. It’s the stuff that can’t be translated into a movie or a play.
I’m glad Mr. Dickens’ book was in that box.
And I’m still kicking myself for not being able to keep it.