Oh my. I hadn't checked the CV topic until I opened my feed and saw entries for it. Books.
It's a serious addiction. Once I start a book I cannot put it down until it's done. Doesn't matter what: Mystery. Drama. Classic. Biography. History. Art. The world could be coming to an end and I'd be ordering it to hold on until I was done, please. And my commanding yet desperate tone would, indeed, cause things to halt until I was finished.
Worked at a two bookstores while going through university. Worked in a public library one summer. Love love LOVE being surrounded by books. In one of the bookstores, an independent bookstore in Edmonton, they had a little satellite shop a block away where they sold stuff they wanted to clear out. Racks and racks of Penguin classics, among other things (see the line on the top book in the photo? It was from that shop). I indulged. Really. And now I have boxes of the classics. Yes, they're in paperback. But they're still awesome!
The bookshelves upstairs are lined with Hubby's books. Hundreds of books on WWII, history, and art, as well as biographies and interesting miscellany. Great book of his? The King of the Confessors. Can't remember the author. About the aquisition of an amazing religious artifact. The story is fascinating.
Most of my books are packed away, since we were going to move last year and the job situation didn't work out. But I kept a few on the shelves. A bookshelf without books is a sad, sad piece of furniture.
Favorite novel? The one on the bottom. Mark Helprin's "Memoirs from Antproof Case." If you want to immerse yourself in swirling, beautiful, haunting, yet insanely funny language, check it out. His other books are great, too. I didn't like "A Winter's Tale," as much. It's beautiful, but not my favorite. Memoirs? Definitely my favorite novel. Ever.
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