Books are treasures. Blah, blah, blah.
Scratch that. Books are fierce. They transport, transform, and let you trespass across any border you choose. Books have become banned and have been burned. Their words have the power to destroy, create, exploit, mesmerize, and above all, allow us to think outside our own and often times, rigid boxes. We, as readers, rightfully devour books. Our teeth drip with words as we hunger for more.
That little description was fun to write. It leaves me with an image of a lion with letters, rather than blood dripping from his ravaging teeth. Another thing, sometimes like animals, we have to hunt. As in hunting down our books.
The Blood of Paradise by Stephen Goodwin is one of my recent hunts. If possible I like to find books when I randomly come across them in used book shops or stacks. However, TBOP was one that over several years of searching I had never laid eyes on. There are two sites I use when this happens. One is Abe.com and the other is thriftbooks.com. In this case, Abe did not have it, but thriftbooks came through for the win.
A little back story. I read a book by Goodwin several years ago title Breaking Her Fall. After reading it I looked up others by this author and found that he didn’t have many, at least not a lot of fiction. TBOP grabbed my attention, so my search began.
Back to the cliched, “books are treasures.” To the average person, a book, short of being a rare edition of something like The Great Gatsby, is worth nothing. The definition of a treasure is something that is worth something, usually of high monetary value. But the other part of that definition is of something actually being treasured. In that sense, a treasure can be anything with meaning that someone holds dear. If it sounds like I’m talking in circles, I apologize, I do have a point coming. In my opinion, books tend to fall more accurately under the treasured part of the treasure definition.
Whatever it is that you value, or hold in your heart, you will staunchly protect. You will defend its honor until your dying day. It doesn’t matter if it’s misunderstood by everyone else. So-if you are a likeminded person, books are are what you hold dear.
And that my friend, is quite fierce.