As is my usual routine when the hub-bub of the holidays subside I straighten, organize, and tidy up. I felt it was time to go through my stacks of books once again and spent a couple of days reading and sorting, reading and dusting, reading and reminiscing.
My parents were readers and collected books and my grandparents were avid readers as well. I believe most of the vintage and antique books I now have belonged to my grandfather. He was a farm owner, lawyer, and from all accounts a kind, ethical man. He was without a doubt quite a reader. Most of his books have his name hand written in the front and sit inside an oak bookcase with glass doors that he had built to hold his collection. Some of his books are losing pages and worn, while others are almost pristine. I was once told it was the enclosed shelves of the bookcases and the low humidity of the southwestern weather that has helped so many survive so well.
As I looked through the books today I sorted them into three piles;
Books I love and want to keep as a part of my forever library,
Books I need to investigate further (Would they be of interest to a collector or should they be repurposed?),
Books that will be donated in hopes they will soon be adopted by a new owner.
There were a few surprises this time; books I may not have noticed in the past that I need to explore.
I love the quote by W. Somerset Maugham, who was a novelist, playwright, and short-story writer during the 1930’s. It reminds me that there are days I want to go find the fictional Three Pines that Louise Penney describes in her Inspector Gamache series of books. If I was there I would probably start with a hike through the forest, visit the local bookstore, then enjoy a latte on the porch of the bistro, and finally snuggle in at the cozy B and B, but without a doubt I would leave the murder-mystery to the professionals. I’m currently reading book ten in the series, The Long Way Home.
I just finished reading two of Pulitzer Prize winning author, Willa Cather’s novels, Oh Pioneer and Song of the Lark. Both were written in the early 1900’s and are stories of the everyday lives of frontier families. I will be reading more by this author without a doubt.
There are many books listed in my Etsy shop and I hope to be adding more soon. By the way, I have decided that I am not spending nearly enough time everyday reading and that needs to change. I’m off to go see what’s going on in Three Pines.
Thanks for listening. Take care.