Hi. I'm Steve - you've found my blog. I talk about my experiences with dialysis and transplants all while trying to live a "normal" life. A young man's view - tinged with humor.
The Adventures of Kidney Boy
A Journal About Living With End Stage Renal Disease. Dialysis. Transplants. Love. Family. Friends. The Unsung Donor. This is my life, from the end of a needle to the bottom of a pill bottle.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Me & My Books: A Love Song
night, I pulled an old book off my shelf - it was my hardcover copy of
Stephen King's "The Dead Zone". I wanted some nice, easy reading and I
didn't feel like using my Kindle app. The book itself is over 30 years
old, and the paper has slightly yellowed... the dust jacket is a bit
frayed and the plastic is coming apart a bit. The pages themselves are
rough - kind of pulpy. I can feel the wood in them. And the smell from
the pages... wow. That old smell. The smell of my old library -
filled to the brim with tomes uncounted and adventures to be had.
Immediately, I was young again... alone, and huddled in the corner of
the library somewhere. Sitting on that uncomfortable chair covered with
rough orange fabric that smells as musty and mysterious as the library.
I'm wrapped in love. I'm wrapped in that feeling you have when you're
young - where the world is big, open, wide and full of possibilities,
and that book you have in your hand is the gateway to those worlds.
Those worlds you have yet to know. I ran my fingers over the pages, and
saw the beautiful black print, and I smelled my past, my hope, my
eagerness.... the ghosts of a lifetime filled my eyes and olfactory
senses and there I sat, 20 years later, filled with memories of a life.
It's just a stupid old book, right? As a kid, the story was so
compelling, but now I smile a little more at the things I now understand
but did not as a youth. But I love it anyway - this little piece of
pop-culture. I left a piece of myself back there, decades ago, in all
those little nooks and crannies of my hometown and school libraries. I
loved finding that old kid there, in the pages of this book. This is
why, despite my love for my kindle and the convenience of having books
on demand at my finger tips, I will never, ever abandon my old
reliables. My old paper loves - my flesh, my blood left there on the
pages of the books that defined my past. I will always and forever own
my books, just as they own me.