My escape

My book collection is enough to open my own public library and it drives my mother up the wall! These books give me a sense of belonging. I seem to be able to identify so much more with the characters in these books and their lives more than I do with people I live with and around. So many things are almost never explained to one, especially if you live in a household where black culture enforces the belief that children are seen and not always heard. My books envelop me and transport me to another world. When reality becomes overwhelming and confusion rears its ugly head, I bury myself in a book and feel safe and understood.

The picture above depicts books on my bed but in reality, give me a book anywhere and I'm home. From Abeeda in Confessions of a Gambler (by Rayda Jacobs), to Kathleen Blackwell in Master of the Game (by Sidney Sheldon), to Edward Cullen from the Twilight series, I have been to each of their homes and found comfort within the words that portray their characters.

I was too ashamed to photograph the room that I use to store all my books in so I threw some books on my bed just so that people (Miss Francki in this case) wouldn't see the dust and untidiness that drives my mother crazy. 

My bedroom window has direct sunlight coming in so I made sure that my curtains were wide open so that the picture would be brighter and clearer for the viewer. My camera phone did a decent job, I think!