The Top 3 Places I Have Found Literary Love
I have been
hoarding collecting books since childhood, starting with the encyclopedias my grandparents had in their home. From there, I moved onto reading the copies of Reader’s Digest that my grandmother had in one of the guest rooms of their house. After that, I dove into fiction with a insatiable hunger that has still not been satisfied. Quite frankly, I doubt I will ever cease to hunger for new books to read, a fact that is perfectly fine with me. However, I do take steps to alleviate my hunger, at least for a few moments.
Over the years, while attempting to lessen those literary hunger pains, I have incorporated some found books into my collection. I have found books at bus stops, on the bus, on the Sprinter (A super fast train back in Cali), by dumpsters, on a coffee shop shelf, left behind in a bathroom, a whole plethora of other places. I would generally expect the book to be a mediocre read, since it was *was* left behind. Sometimes, though, I would wonder if someone left it behind by accident because it just looked far too good to have been left on purpose. I have passed up a few of the books I have found, but I gave others a test run. Doing so is how I learned that it is quite possible to find love in unlikely places.
I found The Shining in a box of stuff left out on someone’s curb. The box read: FREE STUFF. BELONGS TO A CHEATING ASS. The book looked brand new and unread, and I figured that a bad person did not deserve a book in such nice condition. So, yes. I stole a book when I was eight. This decision lead to my life-long love of Stephen King, and was my first introduction into the world of horror.
Garden Spells was left in a hospital restroom. I used the restroom four times before my seeing the doctor, and that book had never budged. I figured it was lonely and needed a good home. Looking back, I still feel this was a sound decision.
On the Brightside, I’m Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God entered my life when I was sitting on the edging of a planter outside of an office building. It was just sitting in the dirt, waiting for some lucky to reader to come along and snatch it up. I don’t know why it was there, or why it was in the dirt, but I definitely felt that it didn’t belong there.