I’ve had a love affair with books since I first learnt to
read. I’d save up my pocket money until I had enough to go to the local shop
and buy a book. It was actually a newsagents shop, but they had two rotating
stands of books, one for children. I would hurry there with my money
clasped tightly and spend a delicious half hour deciding which book I’d buy. Around
that time I acquired my own library ticket and would go with my dad to the
library and also select books there. I worked my way through all the books, and
then sneakily started on the adult ones on the shelves next to the children’s
area. That was how I found Agatha Christie. I read most of her books when I
was around twelve or thirteen, and then moved along the shelves and discovered historical novels. I flirted with these for a year, but
went back to crime (as in fiction) and thrillers.
Both my parents loved reading, though they didn’t own many
books, so we were regularly at the library.
Book prices are now much cheaper, relative to earnings, and
so I have quite a book-buying habit. Acquiring a Kindle certainly didn’t do
anything to lessen that. It also made me realise something else, and some people will
no doubt reel in horror at this admission, I don’t have a love affair with
books, it’s with reading.
I still buy print books, still browse through
bookshops, and I think I will probably always
buy non-fiction print books, especially if it’s something I need to refer to for
learning purposes. However, I read more widely on my Kindle and am reading classic books
that I might never have tried. Recently, when reading an 800 page print
book, I wished I’d bought the eBook as it's much easier to carry around!
I have books on my bookshelf that are special, and that I’ll
never get rid of. As I was looking for the unread book I mentioned at the
beginning of this post, I picked up a book I bought for my father as a birthday
present a few years ago. He died just weeks after his birthday, and when I went
home I found the book on the shelves next to his chair. I could see he’d read
it, and I hoped he'd enjoyed it. I brought it back with me, and enjoyed reading it,
but sometimes a book is special for more than the tale it tells.
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