Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Or They Have a Kindle

No device works better as an abridged introduction to a person than the bookshelf. That awkward gap while the host makes tea can be comfortably filled with a perusal of the shelves. A copy of Anna Karenina sits nestled in a clump of the distinctive orange and white striped Penguin Classics, but the receipt poking up from the middle of its bulk betrays the difference between the intention to read and the reality of daily life. Lord Of The Rings and the complete Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy don't necessarily indicate a geek, they're classics of their respective genres, but a shelf dedicated to the works of Feist is harder to fob off. Whole collections of one author, but the only Orson Scott Card book is Ender's Game? Not good enough to bother with the rest of the series it would seem. Lonely Planet Nepal looks like it got dropped in one too many mountain streams while a mint condition Lonely Planet Argentina is patiently waiting for funds to match dreams. The literary credibility of A Farewell To Arms and On The Road is left in tatters thanks to their shelf mate, a dog-eared edition of The Da Vinci Code. Hopefully it was just a loan to see what all the fuss was about. Down on the bottom shelf are a few of the coffee table books that won't fit on the actual coffee table, a copy of Watchmen, and a few weathered young adult mainstays with the sticker adorned spines that betray them as library books that never made it back to high school. The last part of the wait is spent reading the blurb of a Man Booker Prize winning novel that neither host nor visitor has any intention of ever reading.

I forget what my original point was.

1 comment:

  1. I have 3 bookshelves double-stacked at the moment and my bedside table full of books too.

    I think a Kindle would be a good move on my part. But I don't think I can cut the cord between me and paper.


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