Monday Musing this week….
What do you use to mark your place while reading? Do you have a definite preference? Do you use bookmarks, paper, or (gasp) turn down the pages? If you use bookmarks, do you have a favourite one?
Tucked in the slender middle drawer of my desk are an assortment of bookmarks, chosen for the clever photo or tag line (this is where I fell asleep whispered by a sleepy puppy), or a reproduction of a famous painting (Renoir’s Dance at Bougival). There are gifts from friends (a small gold marker, etched with ancient musical notation) and loved ones (a collection of Japanese scenes delicately rendered on small parchment papers purchased by my son during a layover in the Tokyo airport while en route to Thailand). The most unusual, perhaps the brocade ribbon with hand stitched beading, a surprise gift from a blogger long disappeared from my cyber orbit. The oldest – a cardboard souvenir from the Bronte home, given to me by a high school friend after her senior trip to England in 1974.
I suppose one could consider this a collection, although I generally shy away from the concept of “collection” with regard to anything – except, of course, books themselves. At any rate, this little collection is at least functional, for I use bookmarks quite religiously to mark my place in a book. Admitedly, many of my bookmarks have been relegated to a life permanently exiled in their drawer, for (also admittedly) I have a fondness for certain types of devices with which to mark my books.
First, the marker must not be longer than the book, for then it protrudes from both ends and is in danger of damage on every side. Second, it must be delicate enough to fit tightly within the books spine and allow the book to close neatly and completely. Third, it must hide discreetly within the back pages while I’m reading, causing no distraction via dangling ribbons or beads.
Thus, my favorite bookmarkers often turn out to be those that are about six inches in length, and the heft of good card stock. If they have a lovely picture or some lines of poetry on them, all the better. And I always use “real” bookmarks within my books – not tickets or receipts or business cards (my husband’s favorite). Bookmarks are needed accessories for my books, much as purses and watches are for my body. And so I enjoy “accessorising” them accordingly, often purchasing bookmarks as souvenirs or making them as small gifts to tuck inside a greeting card or gift book.
There are those whose interest in bookmarks far exceeds my own, and have taken the study and collection of bookmarks to the nthdegree. If you doubt, simply peruse the archives of Bookmarked columns at BiblioBuffet (one of my favorite literary e-zines).
Now tell me, what marks the spot in your books?
~and go here for more musing on marking~