It has been that time of the year where the book cull takes place, this year it has been more vicious as usual, the towers of babel effect of book storage on the floor doesn't bode well for the Pixie who has started the inclination to crawl, so cull I have.
This time with the book cull, I found it hard to let some beauties go to the mercy of the second hand book shop and Saint Vincent de Pauls, so I played matchmaker.
My film maker friend with a love of silent cinema gave refuge to my lovely copy of the Mystery of Hugo Cabret - pictured above - a novel that uses text as well as images. Now, he thinks he will edit that film of his that has been waiting for his snipping eye.
My autographed famous Australian Magician book had to be released into the care of a practicing magician, his fingers tingling with the tricks secrets revealed for his repertoire.
And my book of Famous Artists and Writers Juvenilia, filled with founding creative talents and curious specimens of handwriting went to a philosopher with a passion for his children and fountain pens.
Secretly though, I notice there must be a cosmic ledger re: books, for as soon as I release them, some new ones uninvited come flying through the window as if my shelves suddenly had a vacancy.
2 comments:
I enjoyed this post, and the wonderful illustration. I'm glad at least some of your books found their best home, and they are doing their "magic" of influence. I'm looking at stacks of book in my house, now!
And thanks from that philosopher! (Its on the lectern, displaying Austen's 'History of England'.)
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