Under the Weather

Randomly and aimlessly clicking my way through the web becomes boring after a while. It’s no picnic giving in to illness and staying in bed all day. What with the headache, the running nose (as fast as Bolt, my son said), the cough. Even my skin hurts.

Then I find out about the rose that escaped the garden. She went for the sand dunes. Brava! And eventually she ended up in a museum. What a life! I bet all the others that stayed behind in the English garden were jealous as hell. On the other hand, after the initial excitement calmed down it must have become boring out there, the only company being billions and billions of identical grains of sand and occasionally a seagull observing from above. Yet, she withstood with pride and stubbornness and her efforts paid off tremendously. Look at her now. Oh boy. It’s a lovely post on Manchester Museum’s blog altogether.

Just as I’m about to leave the online world I’m captivated by this wonderful statement:

“Dear Literature,

Thank you for keeping us entertained, making us think, showing us other worlds, and offering glorious distraction when reality has us freaking out. What would we do without you? We love you forever.

Signed,

Readers”

Oh man, I wish for a bookstore like that in my hometown. Or anywhere near it, actually. Wow. Think of all the time I would spend there. Think of all the books I could (or not) pick. Think of all the corners my mind could bend around. Think of all the thoughtful recommendations by attention-paying staff on what to read next.

As soon as I was proficient enough in reading by myself as a child I became a regular in my elementary school’s library. I’ve been a voracious reader ever since. I remember clearly the yellow paper membership card with the inscribed dates and number of volumes borrowed filling up. If my memory serves me right three of those carrying my name got filled by the end of a school year. The librarian, a semi-pleasant but knowledgeable lady, offered her advice willingly until one day, during my third year, she stated that there are no more books for me to borrow since I’ve read them all. I was obviously devastated for she suggested conspiratorially I ask my parents to take me to join the local community library. My father did take me there and I was a keen member throughout my schooling years and beyond. As soon as I started earning money I would start buying my books and moved them with me whenever moving house of course. I don’t keep all of them though. Some I’m not impressed with or are simply not to my taste, a few are poorly chosen gifts. The ones I don’t feel like keeping I donate to that same local community library every couple of years where they may find a way to make a different kind of reader happy.

Right now I’m reading the third book of the fascinating collection of sequel novels also known as The Neapolitan Novels by Italian author Elena Ferrante. I’m enchanted. Will report once I’m through.

Related:

I find this a very good idea: a community of independent local bookstores (USA) and a network of 360 independent bookstores (UK)

Reading spa anyone?

A good place to start exploring: https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2016/jun/17/the-best-independent-bookshops-worldwide-according-to-readers-part-ii

If bookstores are a must on your travel itinerary, Ann Patchett has a road map for you:
Source: Ann Patchett’s Guide for Bookstore Lovers – The New York Times

Wow wow wow! I want to visit them all. Once I’m well again. Maybe, just maybe, for the sake of economisation, I’m skipping the ones dedicated entirely to children.

Should you need some help at reconsidering Amazon shopping http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/avoiding-amazon-the-5-best-alternatives-to-the-online-bookseller-giants-10458698.html