i tried, i really did.
the ravenous reader had to make a quick run into the office supply store for printer ink yesterday. i tried very hard to ignore the stacks of spiral notebooks in all shades and colors, the sky high rows of three ring binders, the plethora of sticky notepads in fun shapes and sizes.
you see, the ravenous reader loves all things bookish, and that includes notebookish too.
my love for notebooks started long, long ago, with Harriet the Spy and her secret notebook. a black marbled composition book marked “keep out! this means you!” it contained her deepest, darkest, most meanly kept secrets. of course, i immediately procured one for myself, and proudly toted it around throughout my sixth grade year. (lucky for me, i was a popular enough little girl that the notebook became a fad rather than a stigma.)
then, Charlotte Bronte’s fabled handmade miniature notebooks, in which she along with Anne, Emily, and Branwell created their childhood epic stories about the imaginary kingdoms of Angria and Gondal, sparked a new interest in creating one of a kind notebooks of my own in which to pen my tales of death and psychological disorder (my favorite topics as a teenage writer!)
so you probably will not be surprised to learn i have a soaring notebookstack squirreled away in my cupboard. it includes about 10 spiral notebooks with rainbow pastel colored vinyl covers which i use for my personal journal, a 5×7 cloth bound, unlined book which i think about using colored pencils to sketch in (notice, i said think about), a beautiful lined journal imprinted with a design of music staves and filled with thick, glossy paper which begs for a fountain pen, a pile of post-it notepads which end up sticking out all over my review books…obviously, i have no need of any more notebooks.
but you see, right there in the office max was a rack piled high with brand new moleskines. i have not indulged in one of these little black beauties in quite a while. but how i love them, with their ribbon marker, their secret pocket in the back, their lovely stitched binding that falls open so nicely.
of course i had to bring one home with me.
what else is a notebookish person to do?
now tell me, do you have a notebookstack? what’s in yours?