Feast of Lupercalia! Or Valentine's Day, as we now call it ;) While I wouldn't recommend sacrificing a goat and a dog and then flogging the women in your life with their skins, however you celebrate this day (or even if you don't celebrate at all) I hope it's been wonderful so far.
I wanted to share a bit of book love: Dear Fahrenheit 451 by Annie Spence.
It's a book, about books, written in letter form by a very sarky, witty and wise librarian. Bonus points for putting my second favorite book EVER* in the title :D
Spence and I were separated at birth and I don't mean siblings. I think part of our souls are merged. The books she loves (that I've read), I love. The books she hates, well, I hate (and no, I haven't read them all). She touches on classics as well as popular fiction, waxes poetical about her dream book shelves, is laugh out loud funny when she regales us with adventures at a cocktail party she wasn't invited to, and made me want to go out and buy a copy of The Virgin Suicides. The only thing we didn't mesh on was her grin inducing admittance to not understanding Virginia Woolf. But that's OK because I don't think Ms Woolf cared if she was understood by everyone or anyone at all!
As if her warmth and wit wasn't enough - and her penchant to swear and insert modern slang at the most perfect of times - the second part of the book is nothing but lists of MORE books one suddenly feels compelled to read! I mean, come ON: a book about books that lists MORE books? It's nerd heaven!
If you are between books and/or have found it hard to make a commitment to any books so far this year (me and me again), pick this one up. I grabbed this copy from the library, which I thought was fitting, and the thought of returning it makes me cry a little. But that's ok. I know it'll be there, and besides, I have a whole new bunch of books to seek out in the stacks!
Now excuse me while I go track down some Eugenides. I have a feeling I'm going to be a weepy ball of snot after I do. Send chocolate. And tea. Oh and a bunny. Preferably a black one with beady little eyes and overlarge front teeth.
*For the record, in this reader's humble opinion, the five greatest books ever written are as follows: A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card, and Moonwise by Greer Gilman.
PS: Under no circumstances - not even pain of death - should you EVER see a film version of ANY of these, except for maybe Mockingbird because Gregory Peck <3. Or Fahrenheit 451 because it was the 60's in Britain so it gets a pass :D
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