For me, a library is a magical maze; a bookshop, the definition of heaven; a book, my life, my dreams and my future. I love to smell old books, to touch the rough pages, to admire the typography, I take notes, and even write (with pencil, always) thoughts or just mark my favourite quotes. I put things inside books, papers or train tickets and then forgot about them. I have many books, but not enough.
“Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”
It’s the most especial day of the year for me! Not that I need any excuse to love books, but today it has much more sense.
Looking back, I think I’ve loved books even before I could read… I remember listening stories on cassettes before going to sleep, going to the library in my school (I think I was the only one who loved being there… or even actually the only one going for that matter …) and borrowing the same book again and again, or how I cried because I spilled water on it. Over the years I’ve visited many libraries, searching for books for my studies, or just because I couldn’t stand not reading that one book. I’ve also bought a lot of paper friends (I even created my own catalogue), flip to e-book, and came back to paper to never leave. The touch of the pages, the sound of certain type of paper, the smell of old books, the worlds they hold, for this and many more reasons today is the happiest of days in my calendar.
Happy Book Day to you all! Have a great day, read a book, or buy one, or even better: gift your favourite one. Meanwhile, here you have a few to look at:
Many people dream about big houses, great cars, awesome dressing rooms… But not me. Ever since I watched Disney’s “Belle and the Beast” my dream has been having a library of my own, a room just for the pleasure of the mind, with a comfy wing chair (upholstered in tweed, of course), maybe an old table and of course endless shelves with so many books I’d need several lives to read them all.
But for now, until my dream can come true (it will), I love to visit libraries, especially old ones just as this one: the Library of Trinity College Dublin.
Or… Stockholm’s Public Library. The outside is not very beautiful (despite what my friends said, I didn’t like it at all), but the inside… oh!! the inside!!! It’s kind of how I imagine Paradise (Borges was completely right)
Oooh! Those card catalogues!!
O lo que es lo mismo: la Biblioteca Pública de Estocolmo. El exterior no es muy bonito (a pesar de lo que digan mis amigas, no me gustó nada), pero el interior… ¡¡ooh, el interior!! Algo así es como imagino el Paraíso (Borges tenía razón)