Sometimes you borrow something for so long it seems like your own. I have two books on my shelf that were from my exboyfriend’s collection. In a relationship the lines of ownership always get blurred, but the fact that these books have personal messages written to him in the inside cover confirms that, yes, they are his. And yes, I’ve borrowed them for far too long.
Once upon a time all I ever wanted was bookcases full of books; ‘the visual path of my life’. Books had character and depth to a room, and there is nothing like spotting the spine of a book to bring the story back to you. But as I said it my first post, I’ve decided to part with this dream and use the library instead. Except for useful reference books: cookbooks, gardening guides etc.
My ex however still has this dream of a house full of books and once said to me (quoting some famous person); ‘sell everything but the books’. So I thought it fitting to post The Rum Diaries and Rules of the Wild (highly recommended) back to him in South Africa.
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