Books by my Bedside

Since the age of fifteen, there has been one constant in my life: a bedside table loaded with books. And though the books have come and gone, the bedside table has remained the same. In fact, it still bears the hole I burnt through the top veneer when I left a tea light burning on it when I was sixteen.

So what, you ask, is on my bedside table right now? Well, here's your answer:

A framed picture of my hubby and me taken while we were still only dating,

A glass for water,

A remote control,

A lamp,

and a candle.

Here are the books that currently sit upon my bedside table:

The Wednesday Letters by Jason F. Wright,

Blue Moon by Alyson Noel,

Northanger Abby by Jane Austen,

Awaken Your Spiritual Power (The Fairy Godmother Isn't Coming!) by (my personal fave) Susan Noyes Anderson,

Coraline by Neil Gaiman,

And, of course, the quad of scriptures that I got when I was seventeen (these have been a constant companion on my bedside table since that time), and a journal.

And for those of you who may be asking what's on my husband bedside table, here's a sampling of what you'll find over there:

A lamp,

An iHome,

A journal (he never writes in),

and the book he's currently reading, Between a Rock and a Hard Place by Aron Ralston, (You remember him. He's the guy that cut off his right arm when he got stuck while hiking in Moab.)

So, pray tell, what's on your bedside table?

P.S. This is how you say 'nacho' in German: Tortilla Chips in Schmelzkäse und Chilli-Pfeffer gedippt (Literally translated it's: tortilla chips dipped in melted cheese and chili peppers.) Those funny Germans, alway so literal.