booking through thursday inquires how i came across my favorite authors and was it love at first sight
meeting books seems a great deal like meeting people, and i approach my social life with books in the manner that others attend parties or loiter in bars, cruising libraries and bookstores with a pleasant smile and an air of expectant anticipation, projecting a sense of openess to new encounters.
i’m attracted by outward appearance, i admit – after all, a slick glossy cover with excellent artwork surely turns my head, and i’m drawn immediately to a certain style of type. scent is important as well, a particular aroma of crisp, clean paper, tinged with the metallic tartness of ink. when this particular package catches my eye, i might sidle in closer and reach out to touch, a tentative hand placed upon the spine, a gentle turning back of the pages, the impertinence of reading a few words from somewhere within the center of the story. and of course it is the words that finally win my heart, the story that sweeps me up, the characters that tug my heartstrings, the descriptions that take me places i’ve never been, or set me squarely in the midst of something completely familiar.
most of my long term relationships have begun just this way, in friday night bookstore outings, or saturday afternoon library visits. on occasion, a good friend has offered a stranger to me, and i have been happy make their acquaintance. i am eternally grateful to a dear friend at whose insistent i first read the mysteries of elizabeth george, for out of that acquaintance has grown a lovely circle of like minded companions.
you mustn’t think i give my heart foolishly or easily – it takes time, consideration, and careful study before i’ll admit to being in love. but when i allow myself to enter into that most satisfying of all relationships, i offer the utmost loyalty, and will read every word that’s fallen from the pen of my beloved.