Thursday, June 9, 2011

Books. Especially books at Green Apple Books

I have always been obsessed with books. I'm not really sure why. Regular paper books, artists' books, even digital books intrigue me. There is something so amazing about the written word, about the infinite number of ways words can be arranged. I have been in a reading slump ever since falling in love with Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, and haven't found any other book that has been quite as good since, so, when I met up with a friend who mentioned she wanted to go on a book shopping spree and said she had never been to Green Apple Books, I jumped at the chance to help her. 
In case you have never been, or don't live in San Francisco, Green Apple is the type of bookstore that is described in stories: creaky wooden floors and crowded shelves overflowing with books. Being the book addicts that we are, my friend and I helped ourselves to a pile of books, went upstairs, sat on the floor and began the difficult task of choosing the books to buy with our limited budgets. 

I came home with:
The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby. This is a collection of the first 14 months of Hornby's monthly column for The Believer. Hornby seems like a man addicted to book buying and reading and I got this partially to find someone to relate to and partially to make myself feel better about my own addiction. 
I loved The Professor and the Madman, a book about the creation of the Oxford English Dictionary, and somehow Know-It-All, a book about a man trying to read every Encyclopedia Britannica, sounded like it would be amusing.
You're not supposed to judge a book by it's cover but this cover was just calling to me. From what could be gathered from the dust jacket, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is a story told through words and photos (apparently all actual, found photos). As someone with a BFA in Photography and a story lover, I couldn't pass it up.

My side of the bed

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