…walking into a book store and seeing a shelf full of newly published books that I’ve never seen before then browsing through them one by one to see what grasps my interest, little words or phrases that click with the excited inner me.
I love the first actual glimpse on the book store shelf of a book I’ve been waiting for awhile.
I love even more the first glimpse of a book on the book store shelf I had never previously heard about and it is on a subject and genre that interests me, or something totally new to me. On further inspection it may be something I have no interest in but at first sight I don’t yet know that and the mere possibilities in the unknown provide those initial moments of intrigue and fascination.
There is something wonderful about holding a brand new book in your hand for the first time, taking your time to choose the copy in the best possible condition (yes, I’m one of those people who will check several copies for the best one) then take it to the counter to pay for it, panic for a few seconds in case the cashier does anything near fatal like leave their fingerprints on it or accidentally bend the cover, then watch as they place it in a carrier bag and pray they don’t do this in a way that might damage your carefully chosen ‘as near to perfect copy as you can find’ book. Then transport the book home where it takes pride of place on your own shelf (until the next new book comes along).
Sometimes, it isn’t even necessary to read the book (yes, you’re now confirming to yourself that I am strange…but you knew that already really didn’t you?), sometimes its enough just to know you have it.
I just love that moment when you first see the book on the book store shelf and your heart skips a beat.
Love at first sight.
That, for me, is a somewhere amazing moment.
Thanks for reading.