I was reading something and it made me think about a library on the beach. So I decided that I would go to Google and be like, “yo, show me libraries on the beach.” To my surprise what came up was not a conventional library. You know, the one you walk into and are instantly transported to a place of quiet where you can focus on whatever takes your fancy, a place with at least one, circular wall. (I hesitated to say at least four walls because there’s a house i go by every so often that is literally one, circular wall.) What I found instead was what, I am sure, is a librarian’s nightmare. The books can be damaged by high tide, sand, and even just the hands of those who want to read them.
At the same time I want to know where one of these are so I can go there and check it out. Why does such a thing exist? Who would trust their books to the hands of someone who they know have a good chance of, inadvertently, destroying/damaging the book just because of the location of the library? I wouldn’t be able to do that. Even the books I have that I shelf immediately after reading and never pick up again I count as a cherished belonging. My favorite books are beaten up, but that is because i read them often enough that things just happen to them. I wouldn’t want them to be read once and heavy damage to beset them. That’s why for a few of them I have two copies. One to read, and the other to sit on the shelf and look amazing.
I have a fairly early copy of Eragon. It wasn’t the first printing because, at least I’m fairly certain, it was originally released only hardback and this one is paperback. Later, after a librarian did me the favor of gluing the spine back together, I bought a hardback. With the other book, I, Jedi, I bought a paperback again and it started to have the same spine problem as Eragon. I caught this one in time, thankfully, and was able to get it, for lack of the correct term, taped back together. The cover has a permanent dust cover now because the adhesive plastic encompasses the entire cover of the book.
With Eragon I liked it a lot because of the way that it shows the growth of a young writer. I would have had problems with the rest of the books in the series except that I had bought the hardcover copies instead of the paperback to begin with. I’m sure that had I bought, or been gifted, the paperback versions that I would have had to buy hardcover versions for the “shelf copies.”
I, Jedi showed me that just because you seem ordinary doesn’t mean that you are just a normal person living a normal life. There is a set of skills you have that someone else might have too, but yours is different from theirs, even if it’s just in a small way. The main character doesn’t know that he has the powers of a Jedi until Luke tests him. Unlike other Jedi who are good, or great, at manipulating objects with the force he can manipulate perception. In other words he can create force illusions. Everyone is different.
Wow, this post started out about a library at the ocean and ended up as me talking about my two favorite books. Props to Christopher Paolini and Michael A. Stackpole, the authors of Eragon and I, Jedi respectively.
Read books often, and well.