Books are dying, I said to a publisher friend. She sighed. I
sighed. The crow outside my window sighed. Okay, it was more of an angry, caw-caw,
and how there are so many more books these days and so fewer readers.
Bookstores are going bankrupt, writers are going crazy, and readers are going
treadmill before I could turn it on myself and do something I couldn’t undo…
like eating the whole bucket of chocolate covered pretzels I was supposed to
mail to my dad for father’s day. (Can you believe I actually shipped them to my
own address instead? Well, hopefully he can.)
of middle-age and my morose mood. I stalk up the incline at a steady 4 mph and
try to figure out how many miles per hour I’d have to run if I wanted to win a
marathon. I pant, mostly from the exertion of trying to solve a math problem, let’s face it, I’m not walking
all that fast. I decide 8 mph seems about right. That doesn’t sound so
impossible. Certainly not as hard as writing a whole novel and getting it
I flew off the stupid treadmill and hit my face on the floor. It looked way cooler
than it sounds,) I got back on the treadmill and decided thinking and walking
might be one thing too many for me. So, I listen to a book instead. Before I
knew it, I had done an hour of walking and I didn’t even hate it.
music, thinking and staring at the blank yellow wall hadn’t. Or maybe a closed
head injury was to thank.
in case it really was the head injury making exercise bearable), and then listened to another book via
Audible. Time flew again, and before I knew it my 5 miles was behind me.
Kindle read to me in its super-soothing, and oh-so-natural GPS voice. I worked
out two hours that day. TWO HOURS. That’s how good the book was. (Travels with Charley by Steinbeck if you’re curious.)
and getting used to the Kindle’s GPS voice, I’ve read more books than I have in
the last few years. Books aren’t dying, they’re just changing form. And guess
what? By reading more, I’m getting way more exercise and changing form too.
Romantic Times “Holmes weaves a superb story of discovering how to forgive.”
“Driftwood Tides moves like a serene sea: gentle,persuasive, and transformative. Much in the same way time and the elements turn driftwood into something beautiful, Libby and Holton learn that they, too, can change for the better. Readers will delight in this story of redemption and growth.” Booklist