Frequently, I come across blogs where books are neatly categorized for summer or winter reading, a practice I find somewhat restrictive. You see, in my world, every book is a potential companion for any season. I prefer not to impose such limitations but rather believe that the right book has a way of finding me, and I’m open to embracing its message. Now, let me share why I hold this perspective so dearly.
Back when I was a young child, just beginning to explore the world of words, I received my very first book from my father at the age of five. The book was in serbian-> Carobno Samarce by Vanco Nikoleski( I do not think there is a proper translation of that book in english, but some close one would be -“The Enchanted Saddle”).
In a playful manner, my dearest brother, back then, would race with me to see who could finish it in a matter of days. For sure he won, however, this challenge only served as motivation for me to learn even faster and to comprehend the book’s profound message. I was persistent and would often seek my father’s guidance to decipher the meaning of certain words, and in doing so, I discovered that the young boy in the book shared a life destiny somewhat akin to mine. This reading took place during the summer, a time filled with sweltering heat and humidity, far removed from the notion of “summer reading” as it’s understood today. You see, that particular book might have played a pivotal role in shaping the trajectory of my life. It touched me deeply and set me on a path of avid reading, ultimately revealing to me that my life’s purpose and mission was to educate myself and, in turn, I could help my family and all those dear to my heart.
Books have forever been a gateway to enchanting escapes, flowerful gardens and happier family portraits . My profound love for reading has its roots deep within, and I am eternally indebted to my father for gifting me this experience.
And, as fate would have it, I still possess that book, lovingly preserved, with the inscription I’d requested from my father just a few years ago… because every time my eyes fall upon it, I am transported to that precise moment when I hold it for the very first time. Summer 95’. The aroma of my mother’s culinary creations, the symphony of my brother’s laughter, the sight of my father engrossed in his newspaper, the warmth and humidity of summer – all encapsulated in that 10-square-meter room. Upon reflection, those seemingly challenging times may well have been our most exquisite moments, for we were united, enveloped in love, and forever together.
Hence, I’m committed to sharing my sincere book recommendations with you, as you never know which one will change your life.
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Magija citanja knjiga
Cesto vidim da u blogovima ljudi objavljuju knjige za leto, za zimu..i ne svidja mi se taj manir. Meni je svaka knjiga uvek za svako godisnje doba. Ne pravim razlike i ne razvrstavam ih tako jer oduvek mislim da prava knjiga mene nadje i iz tog razloga necu da se oglusavam, nego prihvatim da cujem sta mi ima reci. Sada cu vam reci i zasto.
Jos kao mala, dok sam ucila da citam, sa 5 godina sam dobila prvu knjigu od svog oca- Carobno Samarce, napisana od strane Vanco Nikoleski . Moj pokojni brat se u sali utrkivao samnom da procita za par dana knjigu a mene je to samo motivisalo da ucim jos brze i da razumem sta knjiga porucuje. Naravno da je pobedio. 🙂 Medjutim, ja sam uporna cesto odlazila sam do tate da mi objasni sta znaci koja rec i shvatila da decak u knjizi ima slicnu zivotnu sudbinu kao i ja. Bilo je to letnje vreme. Zagusljivo, lepljivo i nista spram onoga sto danas zovu “knjiga za leto”. Jer meni je ta knjiga mozda promenila tok zivota. Jako me je dirnula i pokrenulo da nastavim da citam i shvatila sam da je moj cilj i zadatak u zivotu da se edukujem i na taj nacim pomognem svima koje volim.
Sem sto su knjige uvek za mene predstavljale beg u neka lepsa skrovista, mirisne aleje, puno porodicnih slika i srecnija lica.. ta moja ljubav ka citanju je toliko duboka i toliko sam uvek zahvalna tati sto mi je pruzio to iskustvo.
I naravno da imam tu knjigu jos uvek ocuvanu, sa posvetom koju sam trazila od tate poslednjih par godina.. jer kada god je ugledam, ja se setim tacno tog trenutka kada je drzim prvi put u rukama.. mirisa maminog rucka, bratovog smeha, tatu dok cita novine, vrucine i sparine leta i eto to je sve sto smo imali, ta jedna soba od 10 kvadrata. Leto 95’. Zapravo sada kada razmisljam mozda su ta teska vremea bila zapravo najlepsa vremena jer smo svi bili na okupu, zajedno i voljeni.
Zato cu uvek deliti sa vama knjige koje citam, nezavisne od vremenskih uslova, jer nikad ne znate koja ce vam knjiga promeniti zivot.
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