TragicMonkey
Poisoned Waffles
It's silly, but I'm actually rather upset about it. I was wondering what to read next, and I suddenly thought it was time to read "The Hobbit" again. So I went to look for it...and it wasn't there. I searched all the bookcases three times. I took every book down off the shelf to make sure it wasn't hiding. I ran my finger down every spine and read every title, in the absurd hope that I'd merely forgotten what color the book was and was overlooking it.
It's not here.
It was the first copy of "The Hobbit" I'd ever had. Come to that, it was the only copy I've ever read. I must have read it dozens of times. I got it when I was eight years old. I've had that book for more than twenty years. I know I could just get another copy, but it won't be the same. It wasn't anything great, just a battered paperback. But I want that one. I hadn't realized I had a sentimental attachment to a particular copy of a book, but damn, I've had that book for most of my life. The pages went yellow and soft, and the cover was decidedly rumpled from being leaned against pillows when I read it in bed as a kid. I used to contemplate the cover illustration, of Gandalf and the dwarves and an eagle in the eagle's nest. I even remember the smell of that cheap Del Rey ink. That book was part of my childhood, and now it's gone.
I lost a book.
It's not here.
It was the first copy of "The Hobbit" I'd ever had. Come to that, it was the only copy I've ever read. I must have read it dozens of times. I got it when I was eight years old. I've had that book for more than twenty years. I know I could just get another copy, but it won't be the same. It wasn't anything great, just a battered paperback. But I want that one. I hadn't realized I had a sentimental attachment to a particular copy of a book, but damn, I've had that book for most of my life. The pages went yellow and soft, and the cover was decidedly rumpled from being leaned against pillows when I read it in bed as a kid. I used to contemplate the cover illustration, of Gandalf and the dwarves and an eagle in the eagle's nest. I even remember the smell of that cheap Del Rey ink. That book was part of my childhood, and now it's gone.
I lost a book.
