Tuesday, May 8, 2012

transporting.

cover.tongue.hires

patiently awaiting a box of books from small press caketrain. ordering books (though nothing can truly replace the feeling of picking out books in person; tasting small bits before committing, rocking back on your heels in excitement over a sentence, the smell & the weight of them, the odd position in the corner of the store whilst pouring over them)  makes me think of being a kid, when there were mail order book catalogs passed out in school. i would order: 'my teacher is an alien', roald dahl titles and books from the goosebumps series. when those books came, fresh and pages smelling of ink, i was in a sort of word heaven, lost in strange worlds. i'm glad i'm still able to transport this way, to still be excited by the physical arrival of books.

2 comments :

Rachel Louisa. said...

As an ex-pat child, mail-ordering books to read in my mother tongue was an immensely exciting event. Thank you for bringing back that memory and a taste of that excitement (I remember ordering Horrible Histories). xo

in dreams said...

i was just thinking about the scholastic book orders i used to do in grade school. i always wanted so many, but i could only pick out a few each time. i would have to weigh which book sounded like a better read, and torture myself with the knowledge that i maybe i was wrong, and i could be stuck with a not-good read. (i actually think it prepped me, consumer-wise, to buy products online.)