For those of you who weren’t aware, I absolutely adore books. Not only do I adore to read them, but to collect them, to possess them, even to smell them. Yes, I’m a self-confessed book sniffer. A brand new paperback and I’m in seventh heaven. Library books have a special smell all of their own; a worn, slightly fragranced scent which I imagine to be librarian’s perfume. I’m probably wrong, but anyway.
I own a lot of books, collected over many years and stored in various places around the house. Currently, my hoard is slowly emerging from cupboards and wardrobes and taking up residence on my landing, where they will pile up until there is no more room and they begin to overflow down the stairs. Many of these books, I have only read the once, but I find it almost impossible to part with a book once it’s in my possession. It is mine and I will treasure it forever, even if I didn’t find it a particularly enjoyable read. Maybe I should part with at least some of them to make room for others, but I don’t want to. I love them all.
In my living room, I have a beautiful antique pine bookcase that holds a mere fraction of my book collection, and from this I am going to choose, at random, three books to blog about today. So here goes..
1. Epiphany by David Hewson.
Years ago, I used to work in a discount bookstore, and so naturally during that time, all of my reading matter was purchased from there. They had an awesome 3 paperbacks for £5 deal going on, which I took full advantage of. This book is one of my favourites that I acquired from here. Epiphany is the story of a group of Californian students who regularly experiment with LSD. The leader of the group, Michael Quinn, is pure evil, and his drug-taking escalates into the abduction of a child. Skip to twenty years later, when Quinn is unexpectedly released from prison, and a young woman appears, asking questions that unravel the past. I adored this book when I first read it. It is an edgy thriller, quite gruesome and violent in parts, but engrossing. Also, the cover is extremely eye-catching.
2. Duncton Wood by William Horwood.
This is the first book in a series that I first read back in my school years, after finding it in the local library. I bought this copy around nine years ago, secondhand from Amazon, when I remembered how much I’d loved it. It is the story of moles and faith, which may sound a little odd, but I absolutely adore these books. Set in Duncton Wood, (obvs) it follows the story of Bracken and Rebecca, two young moles who meet and fall in love. Under the tyranny of Rebecca’s father Mandrake’s rule, the Duncton Wood burrow is in decline, with bullying and murder rife, and moles running scared for their lives. It is the story of how violence and hatred can be overcome by love and faith, under the shadow of the great Stone, a standing stone that the moles worship as a deity. Please don’t be put off by the fact that this is a story about moles. This is an amazing book, probably my all-time favourite, and I would recommend it to anyone.
3. Rose Madder by Stephen King.
I borrowed this book from my mother many years ago and never returned it. A longtime fan of horror, I found it to be completely different from the other books I’d read by King. I’ve never really been a big fan of fantasy and science fiction, but this started out in the vein of Sleeping With The Enemy, the Julia Roberts film and the book by Nancy Price, both of which I enjoyed. A woman escapes her abusive husband and holes up in a small town. Yep, just like the above, until she purchases a painting of a woman in a field and begins to display special powers. Sounds pretty kooky, I know, but it’s Stephen King, and it’s actually rather good.
So there you go. Three of the many books on my crammed bookcase.