Some make New Year’s resolutions; others have New Year’s resolutions thrust upon them. I fall under Column B.
I am under a book buying ban until further notice.
With good reason.
Last week, I re-discovered goodreads.com. I’d apparently created a goodreads account July 2013, but had never gotten around to actually using it for some reason I can’t remember. Then one of my favorite bookish YouTubers set up an account and being the faithful fangirl that I am, I followed her so I could follow her reading lists.
I then discovered the feature that lets me make lists.
I knew I have a lot of books. Hard not to notice when I have five full bookcases, plus three knee-high stacks that live on the floor and a short stack on my nightstand.
And the miscellaneous collections tucked in my nightstand, my workbag, my purse and in the back of my car.
Still, I hadn’t realized how much they’d taken over until I walked into 7’x7’ space I call my home office. Most, I don’t even remember buying. No idea where they came from or how long I’ve had them.
I also realized that I hadn’t been in my office in quite some time because it was overcrowded with my books; no room for me to be comfortable.
So, I decided to purge.
I began by searching “how to purge books” online because clearly I had no idea how to get it done or I wouldn’t be surrounded in the first place.
Yes, for this post “awesomenesses” is a word.
Because during my latest Internet travels, I’ve discovered some awesomenesses that yearn to be shared.
And they’re worth the extra syllable, however incorrect that syllable is in just about every conceivable way.
Because they’re just that awesome.
Hence the happy cartoon. And flog-me-now abuse of the word “awesome.” May Strunk and White have mercy on my soul.
Starting with the helpful and working our way to entertaining, enjoy!
There is no friend as loyal as a book.
— Ernest Hemingway
Let’s define “a good weekend.” It includes a Saturday during which you get to freely roam through fully stocked rare book dealer booths from rare book dealers from across the nation and some of Europe.
Why is that so awesome? Because you get carte blanche to hold, smell and admire more rare books than you’d get to anywhere else.
And I got to this past weekend at the Seattle Antiquarian Book Fair.
It was my first time at one of these book fairs. A fact clearly communicated to all and sundry by my wearing my Mickey Mouse jacket and everyone else wearing black leather or tweed jackets. And the fact that I hopped up and down in excitement and whispered “oooOOOOooo” when I first entered the doors.
Given my love for books, my fantasies of what it would be like were the bibliophile’s equivalent of a 14 year-old girl’s daydreams of Care Bears riding unicorns through fields of cotton candy.
Reality was better. I got to wander up and down a sea of aisles full of some of the most incredible books I may never see again. Even better, I got to touch them. And smell them — yet another indicator that this was awesome and new and that there was solid chance someone would have to drag me kicking and screaming to get me leave. Ever.
But I digress.
I’m talking rare books that range from $300 to $126,000. Continue reading