Memories of a Bibliophile
My daughter wanted to get all the 10K books off their shelves and dust and clean them before putting them back. No easy task that, for sure. Yet, I had been pining to do just that for way too long. So we set about it methodically. The first books to come off were the ones more easily accessible, as these were in the front rows. We categorised them into fiction, drama, journals, poetry and philosophy as well as academic. All the literary criticism went into the latter. As for the others, the categories are quite self-explanatory. As my daughter took down all these venerable tomes, I looked at her with some amusement and plenty of concern. When would the day come when she would learn the heavy merit contained and hidden between these covers? Would she ever develop that appreciation? She's into drama and other performing arts, so the prospect does not seem too far-fetched. She's also into it very seriously and enjoys involving herself there. But reading is an antiquated bal...