What’s with people and being possessive of their books? What’s the deal with ‘No I am sorry I do not lend out my books’?
Well, I am sorry to say I am one of them. Books are like your true friend. When you are lonely and depressed you pick up a good book and you get all involved in another persons life (ideally the star characters of that book) and forget all about yours. Imagine all those long waiting hours at the airport lounge or dentist office or interview processes a book in hand is a friend indeed.
My books are extremely personal to me. It’s like sharing your most priced possession with someone, like sharing the lottery prize with someone else. I do an in-depth analysis of the person I would share my books with (that’s if I even ever consider lending my book to anyone.) Well it’s simple; I first trace their reading habits. How they handle a book? Are the books just lying around randomly or are they stacked up neatly in a shelf? Do they just throw them on the bed or sofa once they done reading or do they neatly set them on the table? And most importantly and please pay utmost attention to this detail, do they make doggy ears to mark the page or use a bookmark to do the same?
Now I know I sound like a person suffering from OCD or am an absolute psycho, but you will be surprised there are so many like me out there. Since I only lend to people having equal or more respect for books as I do, I do know quite a few of them. So what makes book so special you may ask?
The books you choose to read reflect you and your personality. I agree sometimes you buy bestsellers only to seem popular or because somebody else on your team has it or your peers can’t stop raving about the new novel by so and so… Whatever the case maybe, a genuine or made up taste, it says a lot about you. So when you are lending them out just have you gave it a thought that you are sharing a part of your personality that maybe hidden from the rest.
One of my mature reading was Danielle Steel and Sidney Sheldon way back when I was maybe 18 years old (which by the way was not long ago. Ok now you can stop guessing my age please). A good read by Danielle Steel called The Long Road Home was one of my personal favorites. A book that moved me completely. However, I suggested a close friend of mine to read it and he went like “What is wrong with you? That book is harsh.” Now if you will read the book you will get a gist of it (interested readers can see the summary on : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Long_Road_Home_(novel). The other book close to my heart is – Who will cry when you die – by Robin Sharma. I actually purchased a copy of this book to take with me on my first trip to US. So that each day I get upset or need to raise my spirits I would refer to that. I was never fond of Mills and Boons which most men assume all girls like and have read but I would like to burst your bubble and say please don’t generalize us. Oh, and please add Love Story by Eric Segal too on the list. Such a hyped novel. I read it when I was 23 years old I guess (warning: stop guessing my age, will you?) and was thoroughly disappointed. It would have been a good read had not all these people, movies and serials not created such hype. So the point I would like to emphasis is when you allow people to peek into your bookshelf you are allowing them to peep into your self and life.
The other ability books have and why they are so dear to me is their ability to steer up emotions through words. Don’t some books just move you to tears and some make you want to laugh out loud? Books that give you courage and strength in trying times, books that gives you suggestion to move on, books that makes you feel you worth it and books that just fills up the time. For me for every emotion there has been a book that is close to my heart and the minute I feel that way I grab that book, snuggle into my bed and read for hours until I feel better. No doctor, or friend or family member can do that for you such that a book does. I yearn to be alone in my room without any disturbance, locked in with a good book and read hours on end. I was fortunate I had those days while I was in school and college, now with work taking the best of me I seldom get those moments. I miss those lonely hours with my books and cup of coffee.
There is nothing more pleasurable than reading. People who do not read (one thing I just cannot comprehend) you guys are missing out on the most precious ability of man. How can you not walk into a bookstore and get excited? I am like a little child in a candy store. I am not to be left unattended in a bookstore. My first visit to US was all by myself for work and it was in January amidst all the cold. I found two best things to do – Barnes and Noble and Starbucks. All my weekends were in the bookstall- reading a book and coffee shop- reading a book. And I survived and finished two books. Leave me in a bookstall and I am the happiest person. Just writing about it makes me get all excited and happy. You tend to get lost in the world of books.
Before I leave this post for you to read I request you all to pick up a book and read it from cover to cover. There is so much to gain there from. So never think you are alone I know I am not. I carry my companion wherever I may go. I have taken books to airports, college, interviews and places I do not wish to disclose on world web.
My dream is to have a library within my home, my place of retreat. And I shall not rest till I don’t achieve it.
Kind mention: I have to be honest this habit is inculcated in me by my elder sister. So thanks Pari for reading while I was growing up. I aped you for everything – I may have picked up more bad than good, but this was the best habit I picked up from you🙂 Just kidding. You know you the best for me🙂