Don’t worry, my Lovelys. I have hog-tied and gagged Scary Sparklebumps who posted the angry rant yesterday. She has been appeased with copious amounts of french fries and books, and shall not (it is hoped) rear her ugly head for a good while.
I may have mentioned I sort of inherited a bunch of books recently. My Rockstar’s sister-in-law’s mother passed away, and as the Sister-in-Law was packing up her mother’s house, she thought, “Hey! Sparklebumps likes books. Maybe she will want these.” Ummm… yeah. Just maybe..
Kidding! All of you should know by now that there was no damn maybe about it! I was completely thrilled with the prospect of receiving books, even though when my Rockstar asked his brother what kind of books they were, the response was, “I don’t know. I don’t read.” Blasphemy!
What I was NOT expecting was a delivery of the books on Saturday morning, and one whole wall of the garage we rent being stacked higher than I could reach with boxes and bins of beautiful books. I have always prided myself on having a slightly extensive library; I now have more books that the actual public library. Sadly, I had to go work for 12 hours on Saturday before even opening one box, so the entire day was spent in a disastrously distracted state. (which may explain my angry rant from yesterday.)
After finally arriving home yesterday from church, I got to begin the wonderous process of going through the books. I have been informed that I may sell whatever it is that I don’t want, so there is really no going wrong here. After every box I opened, I realized that this woman who died was so exactly like me it’s not even funny. Except for her strange obsession with cat books (those will have to be sold), and a few boxes of religious books (I kept SOME of those- after all, I’m not a COMPLETE heathen), she had the exact taste in books as I.
My Rockstar cannot understand why adults buy children’s books. To this question I have no answer except, “Unless you are a book person, you cannot understand.” There were many many boxes of children’s books, many of which were books I had stashed away at my bookstore before I got fired. I guess this is God’s way of making it up to me.
There were a multitude of biographies, (because I like to read about people’s lives) and religious fiction books, (because I used to be a good church girl) and books with photography, (because I love beautiful things), and cookbooks, (Because I like to eat). I even found a package of beautiful napkins with gerbera daisies pictured on them. (I have a thing for daisies.)
I have just now this moment finished going through all of the boxes. I now have the awesome job of sorting into categories, alphepetizing, and shelving said books. (While trying to make room.) It shall be a glorious day!
Of all the books I have received, here are my favorites: an exquisite encyclopedia of Audrey Hepburn (she is my other idol, because she is just wonderful) complete with faux letters written to and from her; a complete set of The Chronicles of Narnia WITH color pictures (which I had slowly been stashing away at the bookstore and never boughten); an American Heritage dictionary, (because the only dictionary I had before is 100 years old, literally) and two thesauruses (because words are my favorite.)
P.S. I have been informed that I need to open my own used bookstore. I shall name it The Book Whore…
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