Author Blog Challenge # 15
This one may take a bit of work, but I promise, it
will be worth it. Find someone you know, either online or in the real world,
who is a true bibliophile and interview them about their reading habits.
Due to difficulty in accessing a reader to interview - I had thought about lurking at the local library and waylaying someone there - I have responded to today's challenge with a fictional interview.
Janet is a past member of a writing group I once attended and a classic bibliophile. She loves to read, admire and collect books, in addition to short term and longer term borrowings from the library and the bookshelves of her friends. Her own collection is an eclectic mix of old and new, spilling from shelves bent low by a weight burden they were not designed to hold.
Janet is a past member of a writing group I once attended and a classic bibliophile. She loves to read, admire and collect books, in addition to short term and longer term borrowings from the library and the bookshelves of her friends. Her own collection is an eclectic mix of old and new, spilling from shelves bent low by a weight burden they were not designed to hold.
When asked how many books she bought in a month
she looked at me with an almost offended expression, as if I’d asked how many
times she changed her underwear or how many lovers her grandmother had – and there’s
another story. We parried the question back and forth before she understood my
motive for asking was not personal, but her mouth remained tight and
her voice clipped, as she snipped that she didn't know – she didn’t keep count.
I suspect her reaction may have had something to do with her many subscriptions to Reader’s Digest and other book suppliers and the marital disharmony this
created and she probably thought I was having a go, too. As near as I could
tell, from what she owned to, she bought one book a week on average and
borrowed up to six at a time from the local library.
Wanting to ease the tension and sensing I hadn't chosen my subject well for this interview, I asked her how many she actually
read. Another withering look. Of course! She read them all didn’t she? Was she
stupid? Why would she buy and borrow books if she wasn't going to read them? This wasn't going well at all, so I had a long sip of my coffee before moving to the
next question, which she warmed to immediately, pointing to her groaning
bookcases as she invited me to look for myself. I scanned the collection, picking
up a few I hadn't seen before, reading the back cover blurb and asking her
opinion on each. A few familiar titles
caught my attention and I recalled lending her these months and even years
before, but decided this wasn't the best time to ask for their return.
‘Well
it would have to be me, wouldn’t it? Otherwise why would I write at all?’
‘But
you haven’t had anything published yet, have you?’
‘Yes,
I have. I had that short story in our anthology, remember?’
‘Sorry.
I forgot for the moment.’ I gave myself a mental kick for forgetting her moment
of glory and asked who her second favourite writer was.
‘I
don’t really have favourites. That would be silly, wouldn’t it, and it would limit my reading.’
‘Well
it would have to be your latest, I think, because I was surprised to see it had
been published at all.’ She looked at me slyly before continuing. ‘No offence
intended, but I figured if they would publish that, I’d have no problems getting
mine picked up when I finish it. I am delighted and encouraged, so thank you.’
‘Well,
thank you for your time. It’s been interesting.’ I walked past the bookshelf on
my way to the door, picking up books that belonged to me as I went. ‘I’ll just take
these back while I’m here. They’re probably not to your taste anyway.’
Somehow I knew I wouldn't be back.
I love love love this!! Your imagination is wonderfully put on display with this post! WRITE ON!
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