“The pleasure of all
reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.” – Katherine Mansfield
Red
velvet cake with butter cream icing marked the big
day. And then birthday presents, many wrapped in an oddly similar and
recognizable shape—rectangular and thick, sturdy and straight, like…well, quite
like a book.
We
are a family of readers. Our overflowing bookcases dwarf visitors, upstairs and
down. Even Tessie has joined our ranks, demanding at least four books at bedtime.
Favorites include a beautiful old hardback copy of Stuart
Little (we do two chapters a night), Mama
Always Come Home (a new addition, after the trauma she experienced by
my recent three weeks away), A
Bad Case of Stripes (the danger is that she only wants to wear striped
clothing to her new school), D.W.’s
Guide to Preschool (to prepare her for her new Montessori experience), Stellaluna,
Todd Parr’s Okay
Book (the diversity trainer in me loves his work), and Emma’s favorite from when she was Tessie’s age (and mine when
I was that age, too, way back in the Dark Ages)—I
Can’t, Said the Ant.
When
holidays roll around, or birthdays, we can always count on receiving a
bookstack, a collection of books chosen just for us, with a thoughtfulness that
sinks deep and veers off in unexpected ways, the obliqueness a surprise that delights,
a gift that we can open again and again, a selection that makes us wonder what
in us sparked that choice.
Last
Christmas, Emma thrilled me beyond thrill with a unique bookstack that she
thought of all on her own and researched at the local fabulous bookshop, Malaprop’s (where I’ve been asked to do a reading,
by the by, on November 18th, so mark your calendar and come on down—or
up!). Her bookstack to me started with 1066,
moved to 1453,
then 1491,
1776,
1912,
and 1968,
all books with numerical (year) titles. Beautiful! What a grand idea! Was I
thinking like this when I was 14?
Our
birthdays this past Thursday proved no exception to the bookstack phenomenon.
Emma’s stack centered on her new area of interest, global warming, from Discordant
Harmonies: A New Ecology for the Twenty-first Century to The
Down-to-Earth Guide to Global Warming to Greenhouse:
The 200-Year Story of Global Warming, accompanied by China Mieville’s Un
Lun Dun, for fiction’s sake, and a pictorial dictionary, First
Thousand Words in Japanese.
My
bookstack began with Tess’ The
History of Hell, not to be confused with the Encyclopedia
of Hell, which we also own. Emma surprised me with a quirky book, Paint
by Numbers, a history of painting by numbers, which I love. Mr Brilliant has
long wanted to hold a “painting class” on the main square in town, with easels
and very serious looking students doing paint by numbers
canvases, so she comes
by the quirkiness quite honestly. She also picked out PostSecret,
a compilation of selected postcards from the revelatory site and art project, PostSecret.
Mr
Brilliant flat out delighted me with books I’d never heard of, always the best: The Secret Histories--An Anthology: Hidden
Truths that Challenged the Past and Changed the World, The
Anatomy of Disgust, Lucifer’s
Legacy: The Meaning of Asymmetry, Flight
Maps: Adventures with Nature in Modern America and Defining
the Wind: the Beaufort Scale, and how a 19th-century admiral turned
science into poetry.
Delicious. Books--novels, histories, memoir, collections of poetry by e.e. cummings--are among the most personal gifts we can give. G is for gifts that delight us and reveal us--and the giver--and the relationship between the two.
Oh, how I adore books! My boyfriend buys them by the caseload, and then lets them gather dust. I also buy them by the caseload, but I devour them. I am the pariah in my book club, as I have already read nearly every book they want to read (and thus they don't, feeling guilty at making me do double-time). I simply cannot imagine a life without another world to sink into. (sigh) Happy Birthday!
Posted by: Catherine | 18 August 2007 at 02:13
Wonderful bookstacks! I'm making note of many things I haven't read. But now, having visited Asheville earlier this year for the first time, I do know Malaprop's and the square where a paint-in could share space with the drum-in which was so much fun when we were there.
Posted by: Lydia | 18 August 2007 at 05:54
Happy Birthday, Patti, and enjoy your books!
Posted by: Joy | 18 August 2007 at 13:41
I must say I am loving these A-Z entries! you area bright spot in my day.
Posted by: aurora fox | 19 August 2007 at 01:09
I'm with Tessie: I loved striped clothing, especially striped tights!
Posted by: Kikipotamus the Hobo | 19 August 2007 at 16:29
Happy birthday, Patti, a day or two late....
Books overrun my house, too. My mom was a librarian, and I used to yearn to spend time with her at work. Yet I am a buyer of books -- perhaps to recreate that safe place in my home.
Posted by: Sally | 20 August 2007 at 08:41
i also come from a family of book addicts. all of us own bookcases overflowing to stacks on the floor and any other available surface. our birthdays and christmases are always full of wrapped stacks and when asked for a gift wishlist we have a ready piece of paper full of titles we need. i can't imagine a life without these wonderful companions and i find it impossible to part with any of the ones i have loved. i never know when i will need to reread them!
Posted by: jylene | 23 August 2007 at 07:45