A Bulging Bookcase
I love reading, always have done. By the age of 5 I’d read ‘101 Dalmations’ by Dodie Smith – and that’s not the Disney version either. They are windows into different worlds and I find them fascinating. Some authors absolutely astonish me with their use of words and language. Don’t you think it’s amazing that simple shapes and symbols arranged in a certain way on a blank sheet of paper can create whole lives and worlds, with all the heartbreak, ups and downs and twiddly bits in-between?
I’ve just this minute finished reading ‘Me Before You’ by Jojo Moyes (this isn’t a book review by the way). This evening marks the end of the Easter hols, and the house is falling in pieces around my ears. Paperwork litters the spare room, washing up needs doing, there’s toys on the floor, the effing bathroom needs cleaning again – but I have done none of it. ‘Manyana, manyana!’ or whatever the phrase is. I’ll sort it all tomorrow when the kids are in school and nursery. Instead of doing all these things I decided to enjoy the last fleeting moments of official ‘time off’ and there’s nothing better than a good read. I curled up on our huge purple corderoeuy sofa, dragged our rainbow striped fleecey blanket over myself, got a cup of tea and lost myself in the final chapters of the above book.
I lost myself so completely that I couldn’t bear to put the book down, the last chapter had me sobbing my heart out, the tears falling down my cheeks and plopping onto the book. (I shan’t tell you why in case you decide to read this book yourself). I’ve laughed and cried at this story, felt the frustrations of the characters and have painted pictures in my head of the places they went to. To reach the last page was like having to say goodbye to friends I had only just made.
Who needs films when you can see everything so completely in a book? I’m afraid I’m rather snooty about 3D TV, in a book you get 4D – the characters thoughts are known, their insights and observations, the scenes are drawn out with adjectives and sentences that lead you through places and situations that you couldn’t possibly begin to understand simply through what you ‘see’ in moving pictures. Give me a good book instead any day!
Our bookcase at the top of the stairs is bulging, there are two layers of books on many of the shelves – some of which stick out and fall off if you brush against them. I’ve read many of them, but not all. One day I’ll hopefully read them all, at least I hope so. Freecycle has been my downfall, I once replied to someone who said they had some books going spare. We ended up with two carrier bags full of science fiction and fantasy books in various states of disrepair. Probably not everyone’s cup of tea, but I look at each one as a world waiting to be discovered. My kids look at them as ammunition for throwing at doors when one or the other has shut them out of the bathroom or their bedrooms. I’m always so narked when I hear a loud ‘THUNK’ and a yell as Sausage chucks them at his sister’s door. One day my son will learn that books are more than just ammunition I hope.
Darlek has begun to see a little of what I see in books. She loves her bedtime stories and I’m finding them a pleasure to read – now that she’s moved on to literature that is a little more interesting than ‘What noise does a cow make?’ kind of books. We’re currently reading ‘The Valley of Adventure’ by Enid Blyton, and for all her faults Enid did know how to tap into a child’s imagination. They are a tad twee and are dated in some ways, but as I read them over as an adult, I can still feel some of the childlike excitement I used to as the adventures unfold. Kiki the parrot still cracks me up. That’s probably a claim to shame to be honest! Ah well, we can’t all be blessed with a mature sense of humour.
As the years go by, I’ll probably end up annoyed with Darlek nicking my make-up and my clothes (if she’s incredibly un-trendy that is), but I’ll be ever so pleased if she nicks my books. They give you such amazing insights into places and people real and imaginary. I can’t wait for her to read the Lord of the Rings (maybe she’ll love it, maybe she’ll hate it….) so we can exchange shivers at the thought of the Ringwraiths chasing Frodo in the flight from Rivendell.
Oh books! Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day! (well, apart from Stephen King and maybe Irvine Welsh, that would just be daft – I don’t tend to read scary or disturbing books, they either scare the crap out of me or haunt my thoughts at Silly O’Clock in the morning).
I have no excuse for not going to bed now, or at least tidying the kitchen. So there are many reasons why I am sad that the book ended. Might have to find another one now or face the washing up. *Kay desperately scours the overstuffed bookcase*