Friday, April 18, 2008

Oh...all those books...

There are books behind glass.




Books stacked in closets, Books stacked in boxes, and books stacked in boxes in closets.

So they can be kept free of construction dust.


There are Books that teach..




and books that share....


And remind you of places you have been.


There are old books of strangers...



With lovely letterpress...




and wonderful detail.



More books that tell stories...
some of which you may believe....


There are books about Presidents, by Presidents and on Presidents.




Books who think "they complete you"....

and you must be an

to have more books like them.

And then there are those books that you don't understand why they are there....
or why you still hang on to them?


Yes, we have a lot of books. Some good, some bad, some classic, some not. My dad had many books. My sister has many books. Books run in our family. I am not sure what to do with all the books at this house. We had more boxes of books than anything when we moved. (Well, maybe there were several boxes of dishes and glassware.) Our last house had two built in book cases. This house doesn't have kitchen cabinets--- yet. (cabinet shells only) So for now, many of the books will stay tucked away.

A couple of weeks ago Sandy invited me to a book tag. Here is the book I am reading. Thought I would love it. I don't. But I always force myself to finish. I like historical fiction.



pg 123.
5th sentence.

"Loyal friends waiting for each other before trying to dig up and share pots of gold? Treasure maps readily available in missing men's tents? Did she think I believed it? And Macy, I must stress that I didnt tell her anything of my suspicions."

Sorry Sandy, I am slow.

*In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends, but they are imprisoned by an enchanter in these paper and leathern boxes; and though they know us, and have been waiting two, ten, or twenty centuries for us,—some of them,—and are eager to give us a sign and unbosom themselves, it is the law of their limbo that they must not speak until spoken to; and as the enchanter has dressed them, like battalions of infantry, in coat and jacket of one cut, by the thousand and ten thousand, your chance of hitting on the right one is to be computed by the arithmetical rule of Permutation and Combination,—not a choice out of three caskets, but out of half a million caskets, all alike.

Ralph Waldo Emerson
--Really that was in one of my books.

8 comments:

Marilyn said...

Jenni, I just love this! Books run in my family, too, and I could look at those titles all day. Nice job.

Sandy said...

No apology necessary. It's not like reading is the only thing you have to do! LOL

I, too, love books. So did my Dad. I must admit that all my clutter stems from reading material. Sigh.

Jenni said...

Thank you, Marilyn.

Sandy, I've never thought of it like that. But as I look around our clutter is from newspapers, books and magazines, and a drill, and a saw, and screws, and....

renovationtherapy said...

Life is too short to read bad books. If you don't like it - toss it in the fire. Really, it's ok.

---the literary agent

Jenni said...

LOL- RT

"But what if it gets better?" is what I always think..

Why S? said...

I can't wait to see all my books again. Most have been packed in boxes for over 5 years. This summer, I'll recover them from storage and welcome them to their new home and it will be a happy reunion for everyone.

Green Fairy said...

I'm an English lit major, my fiance double-majored in physics and astronomy. Between us we have, literally, tons of books--and none of our friends will help us move anymore.

Jenni said...

I think liquor boxes are perfect for books. By the time this smaller box is full, the box is not too heavy to lift. (Boxes are something that I just don't buy for moving.)