The coming of the post is possibly one of the most exciting household events EVER (I am completely serious), and never more so than when it comes with a BOOK. For ME.
So! The post came and it came with MY BOOKS!
Book the first!
I just opened it up, and I read ‘the drink tasted of cherries and spice,’ before the page whipped by.
I know I want to read this book.
If it is disappointing, I will have to kill it – and that would be bad because murder is haram. Or I could complain to Maggie, who said it is like a magical cross between Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell and Howl’s Moving Castle, both of which I love.
Sometimes I find the anticipation before reading a book more exciting than the book itself. But I would feel rather cheated if that were true for a book I BOUGHT.†
I do enjoy the anticipation, but I would also like to enjoy the actual book.
Book the second!
Anyone I have spoken to at any length about books (i.e. anyone I have spoken to EVER), will be familiar with my love of all things Anne, and my familiarity with that whole series, which I re-read recently. The last in the series, Rilla of Ingleside, is probably the one I have read the most times, and against all my macho instincts, it unmans me every time I read it: in my most recent re-read, I practically blubbed through every page.
So imagine my delight to discover there is a NINTH BOOK (and confusion – how did I not know this before?). And apparently it is very recently published, from a manuscript Montgomery handed in to her publishers the very day she died.
I bought it immediately, of course, ignored the price (you must do that often, when you are a little impoverished). And it’s here! And it’s pretty! And shiny! And very thick! And completely at a mismatch with the rest of my set! And I’m dying to read it!
I do get very excited about books. How can you not be? What kind of a soulless person doesn’t get excited about books?
* ‘There is little more likely to exasperate a person of sense than finding herself tied by affection and habit to an Enthusiast‘. I apologise to all my friends for my painful enthusiasm and thank you for tolerating me with kindness nevertheless.
† Apart from a few exceptions, I don’t buy a book I haven’t already read unless I mean to keep it and reread it.