Sunday, September 9, 2012
Books, books, books...
I grew up in my grandparents house in Manila where a lot of things were kept behind glass doors, even books. While I am sure the items were kept in the display cases to protect them from the environment, the glass sliding doors made me think of them as special objects, too precious to be handled. For a long time, I thought I needed my grandparents' permission to touch those books.
Once I realized that I didn't need permission to read from those special bookshelves, I'd spend summer afternoons on the cold tile floor of the old TV room, going through the volumes of the Book of Knowledge. I read the poem "The Bells" by Edgar Alan Poe in one of the volumes of the children's encyclopedia. As I got older, I ventured onto the children's hardbound classics, then other more advanced novels. My grandfather's copy of 1984 was a hardbound, Book-Of-The-Month edition.
By high school, I had amassed my own collection of books in my own room, sans glass doors, this time. Each shelf was arranged according to author. When I married, I left my book collection in my parents home, taking with me only the most valued books. A year and a half later, we moved to the US, and I brought with me only my most loved volumes. The set that I believed I couldn't live without. Can you guess which ones they were?
Last week, author Hilary Smith (formerly known as The Intern of The Intern Spills fame) challenged her readers to give her a peek into their own unedited bookshelves. Here's mine:
This is the main bookshelf at home. It's a hodge-podge, which truly reflects my reading tastes. There are other books on shelves in my kids rooms, in my small craft room, and baskets scattered around the rest of the house.
I'll never be able to re-create my original collection, but I hope I am on my way to building a better one. There, I showed you mine, now show me yours!
Books of note: In the bottom picture, you'll see my Harry Potter series. I brought my copies of books 1 through 4 from the Philippines with me when we moved. That's how much I love the boy who lived.