Ok…so…I’ve NOT been ignoring my blog on purpose…it’s just that everything seems to be happening at once.
After Kevin graduated on May 4th, we moved him home on May 5th–only to have to clear away debris in every room in the house so the painters could paint beginning on May 7th. Will someone please slap me before I make such a stupid schedule choice again?!
Since the painters and the carpenters have been in the house for the last two weeks, we have had to virtually pack to move. Do you know what we have a lot of? Books. Lots and lots of books. Seven Rubbermaid bins of books in Kevin’s room alone. When we got to the place where I keep my books, I couldn’t even get close to packing them all before the painters had to move the bookshelves. My goal was just to make them light enough to slide.
Last night I was at a graduation party, complaining about the mess in the house, and an innocent enough party guest asked why did I keep all those books? I was absolutely flabbergasted! Why keep the books? She doesn’t know me so she doesn’t understand, and that’s OK.
You see, books are my life. I was a English major in college. I worked 14 years as a textbook sales rep. I write books. I read books. I love the way they are put together, the way they are printed, the way they feel when they are new, and the way they feel when they are old. I like my Kindle–I really do–I recognize its practicality and its benefit as a distribution platform. But I LOVE my books. All of them, every one.
I call to mind the scene in the movie The Day After Tomorrow, where the guy is holding on tight to the Guttenberg Bible so they won’t burn it.
- Elsa: What’ve you got there?
- Jeremy: The Gutenberg Bible… it was in the Rare Books Room.
- Elsa: Think God’s gonna’ save you?
- Jeremy: No… I don’t believe in God.
- Elsa: You’re holding on to that Bible pretty tight.
- Jeremy: I’m protecting it.
- [pause as Elsa glances at J.D. throwing books on the fire]
- Jeremy: This Bible… is the first book ever printed. It represents… the dawn of the Age of Reason. As far as I’m concerned, the written word is mankind’s greatest achievement.
- [Elsa gives a light snort]
- Jeremy: You can laugh… but if Western Civilization is finished… I’m gonna’ save at least one little piece of it.
I also think of the end of Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 where the individuals have become books: memorizing and reciting the entire contents of one book to keep the stories from disappearing forever. What book would I be? The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Only problem is that in an audio version you lose the wonderful illustrations by Tasha Tudor.
No-I’m not giving up my books.