Book Trauma

Wordy Wednesday

My dreams have suddenly taken a turn for the literary–as you’ll know if you follow me on Facebook. But the night after that dream, I had a dream much more traumatic.

I don’t even remember what the problem was, but in a desperate gamble to save my books from a no-longer-remembered fate, I tried to heave my entire bookshelf across the Grand Canyon.

My bookshelf

My bookshelf

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The Grand Canyon

The attempt was unsuccessful.

This is kind of funny, considering that the morning before I dreamed this, I threw out my back trying to move a piece of furniture to make room to work out in my living room. (That attempt was also unsuccessful.) And because I have never been to the Grand Canyon.

In the dream I was pretty distraught, however. The Fate Worse Than Exploding Bookshelves was surely a fate worse than exploding bookshelves, but all I could think about was my exploded bookshelf. “My books!” I wailed. “Especially The Ordinary Princess and Til We Have Faces!”

So, if your bookshelf exploded, which two books would you be the most distraught about losing?

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12 thoughts on “Book Trauma

  1. I don’t like your question. Don’t get me wrong, I like it on a thought-provoking level, but I feel picking favorites would offend my other books. And then, I have favorites in several categories. I probably know my favorite Dutch books, but my English ones and my to-read pile are more complicated. I’d probably grab my Kindle, that would solve a whole lot of problems.

  2. That’s easy – “The Call Me Coach” by John Wooden, and “Sun Also Rises” by Ernest Hemingway. I think the key to tossing your book shelf across a national-park chasm is to get plenty of rotations before you release, like a hammer thrower in track and field.

    Oh, and buy more paperbacks.

  3. Now that’s a tall order (as well as a Grand Canyon) but I think I’d plump for The Complete Works of Charles Dickens–that should keep me going for reading material for a while, as well as possibly offer adequate shelter during the night if my bookshelf exploded and therefore tore up my apartment–and the other would be A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving because laughter is all we have when there’s not another book to be had in your future ever…

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