Tuesday, July 8, 2008

books leaning longingly

The doldrums of heat. Makes me want to be right here with my computer clutched to my bosom, so to speak. Don't feel like creating today. Feel like blah. However, the books need attending.

What I mean to say is that the piles of books leaning longingly toward the floor need attending. Novels to read, novels to share, novels to give away....novels I thought I would like and don't. And books about Manhattan in its birth, San Francisco in its resurrection, people with ravens in the Maine woods, Swedish immigrants, pioneer journals, and poetry.

I could be a bookstore. There are maps of the trek of early people across Europe, books about beading (not going to happen), art books, gardening books, and inexplicably books on cooking.

It is almost impossible for me to discard a book. The room is so friendly with them holding up the lamp or nuzzling at your feet. I could go to the library, but they won't let me in at one am to read what Katherine Anne Porter said to Carson McCuller when she wouldn't get off the floor.

The coldest and the hottest days are for reading.

2 comments:

  1. Kathy Love (flickr's: KatLuv4U)July 22, 2008 at 9:09 AM

    So well put. I've been eyeing my books for three weeks now with much intent on putting them back among their friends, like for like and author with author. So maybe today, I will ease their dusty suffering. Thanks for the motivation.
    Love your work.

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  2. Thanks for writing, Kathy. Geez, it's really hard to get motivated about book putting away. I pick up a book with good intentions to put it in its proper place, and then get involved in the reading part again. I like your phrase "dusty suffering".

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