Do you have that favorite book that you have read more times than you are willing to admit in social settings? Perhaps a story which started as just a well-liked novel and then slowly became an annual read? Maybe you own a book which naturally falls into a best loved passage or has pages which have slowly separated from the seams like a gentle tide? In general, I am a little (okay extremely) particular when it comes to handling books, but I will admit that there is hardly anything more romantic than a well-loved book.
A book that is always in one’s bag in the event there is a quiet moment to revisit a particular selection or refine “that quote” until you have it committed to memory in absolute perfection. A book that has been witness to a sunrise and a sunset, and which may have been immersed, or at the least, partially baptized in some form of water (unintentionally of course). It will have dog-eared pages, yellowing from years of use with a cover that is rarely seen these days and certainly doesn’t reference a major motion picture. Perhaps, in the extreme, it is held together by a very large rubber band. It is book that brings you happiness or some type of peace upon reading and manages to rescue you from those moments of chaos and uncertainty.
I think everyone should own such a book.
No comments:
Post a Comment