Book me … for owning a book outright…
April 24, 2010 § 17 Comments
Even at the work table in my “office”, books seem to litter themselves around the “work space.” Gotta love ’em.
At the Missouri Writers Guild conference last weekend, one of the speakers said (and this is blasphemy so the sqeamish among you, please cover your ears!): ” Only purchase books that you are going to read more than once.”
It was like the lights went out. The volume muted. Vision blurred. I groped for my pen and paper seated there at the round table, the grounding aspect of that particular workshop session. I tried to look normal. Mind racing, I wondered in a nanosecond how much I’ve actually spent over the years on books. (My Gran always said it wasn’t polite to count. I was never really sure what she meant, but at this moment, with her words resonating in my head, I decided she meant I didn’t have to total $$$ spent on books.)
What? I shouldn’t buy books?
OMG, even my mom never said “no.”
Neither does HM, an avid reader himself.
No one in the workshop noticed my momentary swoon and within moments, I collected myself, turning my back on yet another “should” encountered in the world of real worldness.
Own only what I’ll read more than once? How can I know in advance?
Egads, more than half the books on my shelves I’ve only read once.
I mean, I know I’m supposed to go to the library, and I do.
But I love the stories in books AND the book itself AND the paper AND the experience of having the book on the shelves AND knowing I have time to look at it, annotate it, etc. any time, AND I love sharing them with my family and friends.
No, really, how am I to know if I’m going to read a book more than once at first approach?
Horrified, I am.
(The conference was great, though, and more to tell and share on that!)