We went to borders today so that I could make a list of a lot of the books that I wanted to check out at the library. It's much easier for me that way.Moving on to the library, I sat in front of the computer for a good while trying to find all the books that I put on my list. Most of them weren't in .... but somehow I ended up checking out 10 books anyway!
While I was flipping through one of them ... a plane ticket fell out.
It was shoved in the middle of the book and left.
Does that mean that she didn't finish the book? Why not? Did she get side-tracked on her vacation? (I say she because the name on the ticket was Jeanne)
Library books are so interesting because they have their own stories.
They've been in so many people's houses.
How many bedrooms or living rooms? Bathrooms?
How many have taken bathes with their readers? Or soothed one of their readers?
How many tears have fallen on the pages of these books?
How many have been used as a weapon? Or used as a pillow?
How many have been lost and then thankfully found?
If only the library books could talk ... I bet their stories would be better than the best selling author that they represent.
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Hi Rachel: This is a excerpt from my memoirs which seems appropriate at this time. The last page of chapter 18 follows.
The next few days were quiet but enjoyable. Penny was an avid reader and took me to the local library. Her favourite books were about love and passion. I remember well the book I chose. It was about a bushranger named Francis Gardiner (‘Gunman Gardiner’) who escaped justice and fled to America. Inside the book was the usual bookmarker. There was a note on this marker that read something like this:
“Dear bread delivery person:
I am now aware of your philandering with my wife, as yesterday morning I was feeling a bit crook and did not go to work early. I slept in the spare room so as not to wake the wife and heard you ‘come and go,’ metaphorically speaking. This intercourse is to cease forthwith, as this will enable me to leave later for work in the morning.” “I have now stopped my affair with your wife. Please leave the bread as normal.”
Yours unfaithfully,
Your Milkman.
After reading the note, Penny said that if I left the Navy I could become her milkman anytime. I told her I wasn’t sure I would trust her with the baker’s ‘French loaf’ and ‘big hot cross buns’.
I spoke to the lady librarian about the bookmarker. She told me she had a drawer containing hundreds of bookmarkers. She had also been on many romantic dates as a result of reading them. As she was a good sort, I left her a special complimentary ego-boosting message on the bookmarker I had returned.
Vest.
BTW. A good post, hope my comment was not too overbearing.
i totally think the same things... when i take my library books on vacation, i wonder how far the book has actually traveled. its amazing probably to know where its been and who has read it. each book has its own story and "story"!
a good quote for you:
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent libary.
--Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, 1811
I think this of you!! :)
I have been to your other blog but was refused entry, I am not offended, if it is private so be it. Any how I have several posts available for your perusal should you find time.
Have a wonderful day, Vest.
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