The Sanctity of the Page

I love my Kindle, but there is nothing like holding an actual book in your hand.  I know that's passé. I realize that the physical book may one day be a thing of the past, like vinyl records.  But I hope that day will be a long time coming, because for me, an actual book is something to be treasured.

Perhaps this all began in my youth, when I would read a book cover to cover, then flip back to the beginning and start again.  If you are going to read a book four or five times, you better make sure you're careful with it.  To this day, I treat my books gently: the spines remain unbroken, the book jacket carefully removed so that it with doesn't get torn or damaged, and the pages completely unmarked, except for a small sign of a corner turned down occasionally.

I've learned that this obsession is not shared by everyone, and believe me, it is a hard lesson.   Many of my books come from the library, and except for the occasional grocery list or library receipt tucked inside, most are in excellent condition.  Tonight, however, I opened my borrowed copy of Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann, and I literally gasped. There was highlighting! And underlining! And writen notes!  In a library book!!  The horror!!!

Recently, author Lisa Lutz posted a question on her Facebook page: "What are the biggest gripes for librarians or patrons?"  It was no surprise that most of the complaints were about the books themselves and how they are treated. The answers ranged from hilarious to downright disgusting.  Dead spiders, food particles, and hair found stuck inside; photos, a bag of pills (!) and receipts used as bookmarks; dog-eared pages (yep, that would be me); books that reek of smoke.  Need I go on? It makes me want to grab my bottle of Purell each time I sit down to read.

So this is my fervent plea: if you borrow a book, treat it gently.  Some day, these lovely tomes will be a thing of the past.  

The New Guy In Town

When you read as much as I do, it's not very often that I'm surprised.  I like to think that I keep my finger on the pulse of the book world, so that I have at least heard of, if not read, most new books and authors.

Recently my cousin's fiance, "P," asked if I had read any of the Iron Druid trilogy by Kevin Hearne.  Surprisingly, I had never heard anything about Mr. Hearne and his books about the ancient druid living in modern times.  P. described the writing as fun and snarky, and suggested that even though it's not my usual style, I might enjoy his books.

This is what I love about our community of readers - those who love books can't help but share their enthusiasm.  And thank heavens!  I immediately downloaded the library's one e-copy onto my Kindle and found that P. was right - these books are a pure delight.  As a 2,000-year-old druid living in Arizona, Atticus is sexy, quirky, astute, and has a wry sense of humor.  Rounding out his cast of characters is his Irish wolfhound, Oberon; his protector, the Morrigan (who typically takes the form of a large crow); his druid in training, Granuaile; the Widow MacDonagh; and a whole host of mythological characters.

For someone like me (and probably you, too) finding a fun new character AND a new trilogy is like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up in one big bow.  I tore through Hearne's first book, Hounded; was so enthralled that I actually bought the second book, Hexed (because the wait at the library was going to be a month!); and now have moved on to book number three, Hammered.  I know that Hearne is working on another book, and I have just one thing to say to him: Hurry. Up.

In the meantime, I have gotten my dear husband started on the Harlan Coben novels and there are LOTS of those, so I have that to look forward to if Mr. Hearne takes too long.  Happy reading!