— Jaime Gil De Bieda (via oofpoetry)
I’ve always been a little bit stingy with money. I splurge every now and then on shiny shoes, gourmet food (takeaway curry included), or the occasional makeup/beauty product.
BUT luckily it turns out that my favourite commodity is actually really rather cheap. Every month I try and purchase a handful of books, be they essay collections, graphic novels, coffee table books or my beloved novels. In order to keep track of all these potential bed-fellows I keep an Amazon tab open practically all the time, ready to add something to my wishlist.
So here is a wee taster of the current backlog of books beckoning to be bought, (neatly arranged into categories) for your perusal. I realise that many true bibliophiles are screaming ‘and you’re only just buying this now? What, did you learn to read yesterday?’ Well…fine..I don’t even have a witty riposte. I merely hang my head low.
The River Cottage MEAT book - Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall (like some pagan god, he is a hairy wonder)
My last Supper: World’s Greatest Chefs and their Final Feasts - Melanie Dunea
The Family Meal: Home Cooking with Ferran Adria - Ferran Adria (ambitious…)
The Sweet Life in Paris - David Lebovitz.
The Walking Dead Vol 16 - Robert Kirkman and Charlie Adlard
Prince of Cats - Vertigo
Night Fisher - R. Kikuo Johnson
Goddam This War! - Jacques Tardi
Fun Home / Are you my Mother? - Alison Bechdel (these have been a long time coming).
All three of Mary Karr’s wondrous books!
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay - Michael Chabon
The Tin Drum - Gunter Grass
Aurorama (Mysteries of new Venice 1) - Jean Christophe -Valtat
In the Woods - Tana French
How Should a Person Be? A Novel from Life - Sheila Heti
Blood Meridian - Cormac McCarthy
The Age of Miracles - Karen Thompson Walker
Really this is only about 25% of the whole list … a lot of work cut out for me.
* In case this reference went missed, I would like to introduce you to the most ingenious adjective possibly ever used. I stumbled upon this joyous word while watching this video of kids talking about Rebecca Black’s song Friday. Only one little girl actually enjoys the musical stylings of Miss Black and her description filled me with such joy I nearly pooped.
Full-time work has so totally sucked me dry of creative juices that i’m pretty much the human incarnation of a towel that’s been left on the beach for a couple of days and acquired that weird cardboard texture.
I need to do something on the side to keep me lucid and bright and sadly this tumblr is wasted without some kind of driving motivation, some project to give it some structure.
So i’m toying with a new project Idea. What better than to combine my only real talents in life (reading, making lists and being horribly self-reflective and nostalgic) by starting to catalogue all the books i’ve read during my rather relatively new role as a responsible, working, mid 20’s adult (…is being able to tie your shoe laces a pre-requisite for being an adult? It’s an overrated skill).
So now onto the post title…Whilst yes I would proudly label myself as a colossal book pervert, i’m talking about the actual act of sleeping next to a book and want to reminisce about all those books i’ve cherished enough to share my bed with.
Shamefully, I admit to being one of those troll-like beings who hordes their possessions to the creepy extent of sleeping next to them… for example, currently down the empty right hand side of my double bed the following treasures have been stored: a bottle of water (ok not too weird), some rogue hairclips (fair enough?), my phone, my house keys, a lime (not even kidding but please don’t ask) and my current reading material The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz.
For further proof of creepy bed-hordeing see photo below:
In this photo can be seen a magazine, a bag, sunglasses, my standard bottle of water, a mix cd, a hoody, a teddy (further evidence refuting my claims of adulthood…) and Costello, my very own Battle Cat, hanging out amongst the mess.
I’m going to start having a look through my meticulously arranged bookcases (more on these in another post) for a good reminisce about all my paperback bedfellows and the book shaped impressions they left on me and on my mattress.