So lately, I can’t get enough of books. This will surprise no one who already knows that I’m interning with a book publisher at the moment, but this goes beyond that.
Sure, I spend my days at work talking about books, writing about books, mailing books, reading books, marketing books, organizing things for the people who write the books… You’d think I’d need to do something radically different with my downtime… but lately? Not so much.
Lately, I’ve basically been thinking about how much I love books—which is probably why I haven’t actually got around to reading books recently…
(This post has a point, I promise).
Tonight I was wandering around Indigo and came across this book:
It’s called The Ideal Bookshelf. It’s basically a collection of stories detailing the specific bookshelves of famous people like Judd Apatow, Stephenie Meyer and James Patterson. It also gives a rare insight into their creative processes. Basically, it’s a pretty awesome book to have on your coffee table, and I can’t wait to read it.
Its kick-ass cover targets—with deadly precision—people just like me (aka, awesome folk who frequent the bookstore for the beauty of it).
The books on the cover are: My Favourite Book, The Book That Changed My Life, The Book I Read Again and Again, The Book I Love the Most, The Book That Made Me Who I Am, The Best Book I Ever Read, and The Book That Makes Me Cry Every Time.
I want so desperately to be able to name each of these books as they would appear on my Ideal Bookshelf—I feel like I should know the answer to each one of these like the back of my hand. To tell you the truth, I love very few books with the kind of passion that would allow them a place on a shelf this special. But those I love, I love fiercely.
The only ones that have a first class ticket right to their well-deserved place on my Ideal Bookshelf are the Harry Potter series (yes, all of them. Shut up. It counts). The only issue is I have no idea which spot they would take.
I’ve always wanted to write books, but Harry Potter made me want to create worlds.
They make me sob, they make me laugh, they are intensely comforting in their familiarity. They feel like home with their well-known faces, rooms, creatures, struggles and feelings.
When I lost someone who meant absolutely everything to me—Harry didn’t let me down; the books redefined themselves for me and became my place where I learned to cope.
They are a part of how I define my childhood, my adolescence, and my shaky steps into adulthood.
So what would they be on my Ideal Bookshelf? How could they possibly be only one? And better yet, what other books are worthy enough to sit in their presence? I don’t doubt that there are others that exist, but they do need to be chosen carefully.
I adored the Fault in Our Stars and The Perks of Being a Wallflower… but are those coming to me because I read them recently, or because they do in fact deserve a spot on my Ideal Bookshelf? Little Women and Anne of Green Gables may be contenders, but for what I don’t know. The Giver was astonishing…but it didn’t change my life, nor have I read it more than once. The Hunger Games blew my freaking mind, but I don’t know if I can let myself bestow one of these honours to it. Aaaand, I’m just not a Jane Austen girl (ask Keely…I once wrote a song about my feelings towards Jane), though I assume she’d be the most frequent presence on the Ideal Bookshelves of the world.
And so that’s that. After listening to me ramble on and mull things over, I’ve decided I can’t even give you a second title that would make the cut.
Alas, some people have a bucket list to check off in their lifetime—I have a bookshelf to fill. And you better believe it’ll be gorgeously built, and sit high above the others…in my breathtaking house that I bought when my own book made millions (I mean what? Who said that?)
I’ll check back with you at the end of the year after I’ve had time to ponder past books, and read dozens more. Maybe I’ll be able to leave you with a partially filled shelf by then!
Any ideas of the books that would make your shelf?
Cheesy quote ending! Reading stays with you until the very end—after Narnia is gone, Voldemort is dead, and Alice is awake. – Unknown
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