As it was National poetry day yesterday, and several blog friends have been talking of books, I thought I’d tell you a story about a book I took to the Lakes with me last week.
Nine years ago I was in the library looking for a new author, and decided to let fate play a part by choosing the very last book in the fiction section.
The last book was, “The Shadow of the Wind” by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I took it home along with several other books, but I was so busy I didn’t have a chance to even read the back cover to see what it was about and a few weeks later the book was returned and I forgot all about it.
A few months ago I was shopping in the village when I spotted a book sitting all alone on a bench. Nobody was around so I picked the book up and took it home.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the book was The Shadow of the wind……
When I opened it I saw a note taped on the inside cover. The note said….
I am a very special book. You see I’m travelling around the world making new friends. I hope I’ve met another friend in you. Please go to www.BookCrossing.com and enter my number and you’ll discover where I’ve been and who has read me, and you can let them know that I am safe in your hands. Then read and release me.
I decided to take the book with me to the lakes as somehow the title seemed to fit the place. So, the first evening I sat in front of the log burner, with aching legs, and while listening to the roaring waterfall outside I read the following blurb.
Hidden in the heart of the old city of Barcelona is the Cemetery of forgotten books, a labyrinthine library of obscure and forgotten titles. To this library a man brings his ten year old son, Daniel, one cold morning in 1945. Daniel is allowed to choose one book from the shelves and pulls The Shadow of the Wind by Julian Carax.
I was struck by how odd this was given I’d chosen the book from a library randomly nine years before!!!! Coincidence or what!!! And I’d actually found the book twice in odd circumstances. So I curled up and got stuck in.
Each evening I relaxed with the book in front of the fire while owls hooted all around and water thundered outside. By the end of the holiday I had read it.
Now, given the fact I’d found it twice, and that it was a story about a book being found, I half imagined it may hold a message of sorts, just for me, but….it didn’t. I enjoyed it nevertheless, even though parts of it were dark.
A character in the book claimed that every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it, and every time a book changes hands, and every time someone runs their eyes down it’s pages, it’s spirit grows and strengthens.
I rather liked that idea.
So there you have it! When I got home I checked the bookcrossing website and listed the book and how I found it. It seems it had been missing for six years before I found it.
But…. now that I’ve read it I have to decide what to do with it. I could leave it somewhere for somebody to find, or I could give it to a charity shop….or…..I could post it to one of you and leave you to pass it on? What say you????? I rather like the idea of it travelling to a blog friend….