by Giselle Renarde
I have a little ritual I repeat from year to year.
Every year when we arrive at the cottage, the first thing I do is peruse the bookshelves.
The cottage is not our cottage, and so the books are not ours. The owners of the cottage are avid readers (of literary fiction in particular), and their new books quickly carve a path to the cottage bookshelves.
But, among the newer books are a host of older ones, the jazz standards of the cottage bookshelves. They're always there and I never tire of seeing them. Plenty of Canadian fiction: Robertson Davies, Stephen Leacock, Margaret Laurence.
A few years ago I read A Bird in the House. This year it was A Jest of God.
There's a reason I don't bring my own books to the cottage: I'm generally a slow reader, and choosing a book from the owners' shelves challenges me to read the entire thing in the span of a week.
You can't take it with you--the book, that is. This isn't a lending library.
So I spend the week reading.
At home, I start every day with a book. Now that I've kicked coffee, I brew a cup of tea and I sit and read for a while. But at the cottage that while stretches out, fills much of the day. Reading, eating, board games, DVDs at night. That's a family vacation at the cottage, and it's really something special.
Hi Babe. It's just a little book of letters, the ones I wrote to my girlfriend while I was away.
This year's vacation was more eventful than relaxing--not at all what I'm looking for at the cottage. As much as I complain about the city, our family getaway proved that life follows you wherever you go. It even follows you into the woods.
Thank you, technology.
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