One thing that makes me happy is being notified that a book I
have reserved is ready for collection at the library. The days, weeks and
sometimes even months I've spent waiting for it have come to an end, and I
can finally begin the highly anticipated read.
However, sometimes the highly anticipated moment of collecting the book is much more disappointing than it is fulfilling. This
generally happens when I've had a particular edition of the book I’d like to
read in mind, and then the edition I’m given is completely different to any one
I've seen before. It’s like a blind date gone horribly wrong – you have an idea
of what the person will look like based on a picture you've been given of
them (athletic with neat and tidy hair), and then it turns out they've put on
20kgs and are now sporting a bright green Mohawk. Of coarse there’s nothing wrong with
letting go of yourself and changing up your hairstyle now and again. But as
someone who struggles with the unexpected, scenarios like this one can be
rather unsettling and disappointing for me to say the least.
All of this can make me seem incredibly shallow (and partially unstable) when it comes to collecting books, but unfortunately that's simply what happens sometimes*. There's
just certain covers I get attached to which make me believe that that and only
that particular version will make my reading experience the most enjoyable one
I can possibly have with the book. I can't explain the logic behind this reasoning, but book cover designers and advertisers would definitely be pleased with the effects of their campaigns on me.
Nevertheless, once I've recomposed myself, I will eventually rise to the challenge of
reading an edition of a book I have been unprepared for. While it can be a
bit awkward to begin with, I remind myself that despite the initial setbacks, everything will actually be ok because the story is still the same on
the inside as the one I was originally interested in.
And in the end, that’s all that really matters.
*I would like to emphasise the sometimes, because this doesn't happen every time. Honestly.
And in the end, that’s all that really matters.
*I would like to emphasise the sometimes, because this doesn't happen every time. Honestly.
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