On a recent cold and rainy winter day, I found myself wandering through one of those cheap clearance bookstores on the off chance that I may pick up something I’ve had my eye on for a while (honestly I don’t know why I put myself so readily in the path of book temptation). Of course, no sooner had I walked in the door than I located for myself a copy of ‘The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas’. While I haven’t seen the movie from which the book draws its cover, I am always drawn to personal letter collections. Letters (particularly those written by poets and authors) are often so beautiful and so genuine that they somehow make me feel more human – more connected, just by reading them.
Flipping through the pages of this book, I chanced upon the following opening to a letter (and once I read this I was completely sold on the purchase):
27 May, 1934 – in Bed
Question One. I can’t come up.
Two. I’m sleeping no better
Question Three. ‘No, I’ve done everything that’s wrong’
Four. I daren’t see the doctor.
Question 5. Yes, I love you.
I just sigh with the emotion bound by these words and the meaning that lies quietly within.
I also recently made another online book purchase through The Book Depository (have you shopped with them before? They offer a really good exchange rate and free worldwide shipping). ‘Backwards in High Heels – The Impossible Art of Being Female’ takes its title from someone who said that, ‘Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did – only she did it backwards in high heels’. It seems to be a very pretty book with a much-appreciated sense of humour (or at least that’s what I’m hoping).
With any luck I won’t stumble across any more ‘must buy’ or ‘tempting to buy’ books any time soon. What I really need to do is to find some quiet time away from the world and free myself from distractions so that I can catch up on all the printed wonders already in my home…