Thursday, July 28, 2005

books, books, books

Husband and I came home with more bookshelves last night. I'm still unpacking books, trying to get them in the right place, trying to get them in some sort of reasonable order. Some of the way the books have landed have been entertaining, like a couple of volumes of Jim Morrison's poetry next to books on depression. When we got to OKC, we just started unpacking boxes, and most of my professionally religious books are still in the boxes from my office (note to self: I've gotten by without most of them for a very long time. What should this tell me?)

Of course I can't go through books without thinking about why I keep them or why I have them in the first place. Where I bought them. What was going on in my life when I first read them.

For example, I have a collection of the works of Bobbie Ann Mason. Why, you ask. Ms. Mason's writings, short stories and novels (most famously "In Country," which was made into a movie) are set in the Jackson Purchase area of western Kentucky, which runs right along the Mississippi River. I spent 2 summers in the Jackson Purchase learning that I wasn't cut out to be a professional archaeologist, and another summer as an employee of Murray State University as an intern at Wickliffe Mounds Research Center, which I discovered on some jaunts this spring is now owned by Kentucky State Parks. When I pick up those books I am reminded of being gawky and awkward (why do I have these books again) but also of those moments when I had glimpses of adulthood and adventures, when I had the possibility of changing life into something I wanted to live and not what others wanted me to do for me.

I could reminisce about most of the books I've moved around today, so I'll stop now.

p.s. and a happy blogiversary to Beth. I took a fabulous knitting class with her at Knitorious in St. Louis last fall, and I'm so happy to be able to follow her adventures, yarn and otherwise, online.


At 7:32 PM, Blogger Dawgdays said...

Unpacking books. Oh, joy.

We still have to crack open our book boxes. All 35 of them. We want to paint first, and I know we need more bookcases. (No, fewer books is not an option.)

At 2:05 PM, Blogger Kathryn said...

I'm hugely impressed that you managed to tear yourself away from unpacking books to blog about them :-)
Even if I'm simply moving piles from one bit of the study floor to another the process is prolonged to a ridiculous degree by my need to stop and read bits...if not the whole thing. I had to make Teen Wonder come and sit on the sofa to supervise me today, or I'd still be happily reading. I'm still in the happy position of having some book tokens ordination gifts to spend...I think I feel a treat coming on :-)

At 2:22 PM, Blogger Emily said...

Just remember, I'm putting off working on a sermon. . .

At 4:30 PM, Blogger Annie said...

Aha! You slipped this little gem in while I was out of town. I so identify with your attachment to your books. My collection has grown all my life and the same books have followed me from house to house. Some are so dear, I could never part with them. Like you, I remember where, when and what stage of my life I aquired each book. Recently, I gave my daughter, 31, a small bookcase full of books and parting with each one was so difficult, "You will just love this one ...." I said sadly, time and again, feeling my heart wrench. A few didn't make it out of my hands and I had to scurry off to find more to fill the book case and never quite succeeded in parting with enough to fill the shelf space.



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