A World Without Books

I have dropped back to teaching three days a week because I want to start a cleaning company. I did a cleaning job the other day in a vast, beautiful home. I had cleaned the kid's rooms and was onto the parent's when I noticed that they did not have any books on their bedside tables. That seemed a little weird to me as, even though both my husband and I have kindles, we still both have piles of books next to and on our bedside tables. I started to think about the three children's rooms and realised that there were no books there either. I went back to check and I was right, there were no books. I thought that the playroom, or study may have some books visible, but no. I cleaned every room in their house and there was not a book to be seen.

The thought of a house without books is really odd to me. We have three bookcaes, not including the three shelves of books in Riley's room. All of our friends have bookcases crammed with books too. We buy books, we borrow books, we lend books and we talk about books. Riley, even though dyslexic, also loves books.

I was a little envious of this beautiful home when I entered, but I thought about a house without books for a fair bit of the time that I was there and realised I wouldn't swap my bulging bookcases for the world.