Good morning, good afternoon, hello friends, how are you in this lovely Sunday? I hope you had a wonderful week filled with love and all the books. I really don’t want to talk about mine so I’ll just head into today’s subject… it’s time for another bookish discussion! Warning: this one will be full of feelings.
I don’t know if it’s me, or if anyone a tiny little bit in love with books and the written word has to act this way, but, if you ask me, books are precious creatures. You need to pet them, love them, feed them (no, okay, I’m going too far here). Just take care of them, and when someone casually takes a book off my bookshelf in their greasy hands or whatever, it gives me chills and make me want to scream. At them, for thinking they can touch my books without prior authorization, and WITH dirty hands as well. Just like when I left my book on the living room table, and suddenly I’m seeing my mom coming dangerously with her HOT MUG FULL OF TEA. Tea is good, and tea and a book are sometimes a perfect combinaison, especially with fall coming and bla, bla, bla. Yeah, but what about keeping the hot, menacing mug a REASONABLE DISTANCE AWAY from my books?
Books are fragile. Well, they’re not if you ask anyone, but if you’re just a tiny bit like me, you like to take care of your books. Books are used to being taken care of, and WELL. But what happens when you bond with some friend over a story, and suddenly she / he eyes your bookshelf with envy, daring to take a step closer, but yet not daring to ask if he or she can take that book home for a while? Just to read it, and then it’ll come back, just like it never left. Don’t take me wrong, I am a nice person – really, sometimes, I’m too nice. But when it comes to my books, well… I’m sometimes turning into this CRAZY person. Because no matter how sweet and gentle this friend might be, well, who knows what they’re going to do to your book when you left? Leave it on a table to be FORGOTTEN? Casually dog-ear the pages, just because why not? WRITE in it? Okay. Those aren’t the worst thing, though the forgotten issue gives me chills. PAGES CAN BE TORN. Oh, the friends’ dog might come by and think of the book as a toy. TEA can be spilled, words and WORLDS might be ruined. And there it is, the worst of it all: the book might never come back.
You know how you don’t feel like going into the water after seeing that movie filled with sharks? Well, the bookworm’s issue with lending books is kind of the same things. Except humans are books, and the sharks are your friends, acquaintances, anyone wanting to take them home. They don’t want it. Okay, I don’t want it anymore. Because once someone gets you your book back with pages torn, then asks you if they can borrow the sequel, I can’t help but scream a BIG FAT “NO”. It’s not even because it’s one of my favorite books (at the time). It’s because people should be CAREFUL, and because books are babies, and just because… HOW ABOUT YOU don’t touch my books anymore?
Thankfully, I know some people are trustworthy when it comes to my books. My family knows not to come forward with a hot mug when there’s a book on the table anymore. I know some people will take care of my books and my sister knows my craziness about all of it. So I guess I’m good, now. Taking a breath or two, and sharing my books with the ones knowing how close I hold them to my heart.