
Question of the Day: What advice would you give a younger version of yourself about books and reading?
I asked this question recently at my Facebook page and as usual got a wonderful variety of answers. I’ve been thinking a lot about that question and would have to say my response reflects how fortunate I’ve been to be exposed to books early in life and encouraged by parents and many others who read and shared that love with me, an influence that continually enriches my life as I read.
I would begin by reminding my younger self of how fortunate he was to have such access to books, booklovers, libraries, and friends who loved to talk books and opened doors to authors and subjects that further enriched my life. I would urge my younger self both to not take such things for granted and to “pay it forward” and be that person for others, and to advocate for greater access to literacy and the stuff of literacy–books of one’s own, libraries, hearing books read aloud, and being that person who delights in hearing what a younger friend is reading.
While I profited from recommendations from others, I would tell my younger self to refuse to let people “should” on you when it comes to what you read. Often the books that others said I “should” read were disappointing. The better guide that I’ve learned is, “does it pique my interest or answer a question or discuss a subject I care about?” Especially use this in evaluating the books “everybody” are reading.
It took me awhile to figure this out, but I learned that when I found a writer who really spoke to me, to get ahold of as much of what they wrote as I could. C.S. Lewis was probably the first such writer, but over the years, I’ve practiced this to great benefit with the likes of Eugene Peterson, David McCullough, Ron Chernow, Anne LaMott, Marilynne Robinson, Louise Penny, and Frederick Buechner, and others.
Conversely, I wish I’d learned to set aside authors who disappointed me. It’s not that there weren’t profitable things in them, but there was more in others. What’s worse is to go back and get disappointed again. Fool me once…
I would say to my younger self to be more selective in keeping books you’ve read. Now I have to cull through all that old stuff that no one wants. I’ve learned to get rid of most new books once I’ve read them while others still want to read them. Bookstores tend to pay you more for the new stuff. Take instruction from those sale bins in used bookstores and remember how many of those books everyone was reading five years ago…and now no one wants them.
Perhaps this goes without saying but I would urge you to be more careful about the books you let come home with you in the first place. You had the illusion that you could read them all eventually. I’ve had the task of getting rid of books that I wondered, “why did I ever buy that?” or concluded, “I will never read that.” Especially be wary of books on “contemporary issues.” Most have little staying power.
I would tell you that as much as you loved (and still do) canvassing bookstores, that you should get more of your books at the library. Especially those of contemporary concern. Some are important. But the good thing is that they don’t cost anything other than the taxes you pay and the library wants them back so you don’t have to figure out how to dispose of them!
This probably goes for much of contemporary fiction that is also a “one and done” proposition. If it’s amazing enough that you’d really want to re-read it, then buy it. I’m glad to own the works of Steinbeck and Stegner, for example, because they reward re-reading.
I’m glad when I discovered the benefit of reading hard but important books with others. I think of books I struggled with when I was younger that I would have gained far more from in the company of others.
I’m glad for Goodreads and this blog as a kind of journal or book log to remember what I’ve read. I only wish I’d developed that habit sooner. To my younger self, keep a book log, even if it is only a title, an author and a sentence or two about what the book is about.
If I go further in this vein, you might get the idea that I am pretty down on my younger reading self. That’s actually not so. Those younger selves so richly furnished my life with the books you read that I am profoundly grateful. I could not begin now to read the many good things you read over the years. Some I may get to re-read, but more I will remember–the season of reading everything Churchill wrote, the summer reading Calvin’s Institutes.
I am so fortunate to have been surrounded by so many who loved books and reading–mom and dad, Mrs. Smith who taught me to read, Sarah, Ray, Doug, Sue, Terry, Barney, Larry, a couple of Bobs, Jim, Tom, James, Dan, Byron, all those in Dead Theologians and our Smoky Row Book Groups and all my online friends at Bob on Books. Of course one cannot forget all those who bring us the books–writers, publishers, booksellers and librarians. A reader cannot be too thankful!








