I started writing this on sunday, but didn’t hit the publish button, so we’ll keep the title. If i want to stick with the roman theme I only have Nones, Ides and Kalends to pick from, none of which it actually is today. I kept up with the haiku, every day. Some days are better than others, but the point is to write something every day without excuse. My recent favourites : I, taking notes, am / Intimidating. So? Good! / Now? I’ll underline. Sunday, no lie-in / Armed with book and toast. Reading / In my quiet house I also took up responding to @writerlytweets #sixwordstory prompts to make myself write on a random subject. I’ve decided that my brain is a little weird, if only because I can rapidly come up with multiple responses to some prompts, which makes me think that these are subjects that I have … Continue reading
… doing book related things without getting suckered into reading them again. I had plans to scan the remaining Cubes from my wall of cubes(tm) into delicious library, and from thence import the csv file into Goodreads so that I can organise thingummies online. However, that gets mildly scuppered as i keep reading the blighters and not scanning them. Also, if Nephew B hears of scanning occurring without his assistance, there may be consequences. Or Sulking. Perhaps both. I have therefore developed a cunning plan, which is to sort and backup my ebook library and not the dead-tree(tm) collection. Currently I am reading in epub ( ipad ) and mobi ( kindle. on my ipad ) format. I’ve always tried to buy DRM free stuff to prevent the unable to read when device is changed over, versions. I also have PDF comic books for my girl genius addiction.( Its the Jagermonsters and … Continue reading
When the house was built 4 years ago, I obtained my hearts desire : A room of my own that i could fill wall to wall with books.And I got one.Okay, so it was the smallest room in the house – literally. It was the 0.5 of a bedroom that is targetted towards the least whingy child in a family home. It had four tall bookcases in it, all double stacked, things balanced precariously on top on them ( sewing machine, toolbox, junk)It had a little desk and chair and enormous beanbag and the filing cabinet and my lava lamp too. No actual floorspace. So. My options were : A) replan and replace the bookcases and desk and chair. reshuffle to make things a bit better laid out ( can I hang the desk from the ceiling I wonder… ) B) knock the wall down between middle sized room ( … Continue reading
I am become Dys, Devourer of Words.
Well, to be fair, I always was, there’s no becoming about it. My imagination requires feeding, and I go through stories like a …like a thing that goes through things, to coin a discworld type metaphor.
My eReader has gone the way of the dodo. I hauled it everywhere and then when I upgraded to my shiny Ipad I handed it over to Neice C who made appropriate purring noises. It finally kicked the bucket a little while back. I think the e-ink wore out. However, just managed to get a good deal on a reconditioned kindle to replace it for her. My eardrums havent recovered yet. We’ve just done the setup by phone/email and voila. All done.
It kind of brought home to me the fact that the advent of technology has not reduced the number of books that I buy at all. No. Now if I really like them, I buy them THREE times.
Dead Tree – for reading in the bath and hoarding
Pixels – for portability, buses, trains, planes, lunch breaks and in bed.
Soundwaves – for long drives and sleeping.
I’m not really sure where the RealBook(tm) folks are coming from. Yes, I have a handful of actual books that are precious to me for one reason or another. I’ve got a copy of Carpe Jugulum, signed by terry pratchett – made out to Frogjuice ( cough ). I have some out of print and out of any sort of print format books that I can’t replace, and I have an awesome books of british myths and legends that I adore that was given me by my grandparents. For me the value of most of my books is the black scribbles in the middle that allow me to disengage my brain from the outside world and start it going elsewhere and elsewhen. I get that not everyone thinks like that, but I’m able to disconnect just as easily with pixels and soundwaves as ink.
It’s a fairly safe bet that I’m going to buy things in paper and short of a tree killing apocalypse, I’m not going to stop. I’m even being very good these days, and I even give some of them away. If they seem to be of the type that I’ll not read again. I do miss Borders though. Civilised bookstores. Open till 11pm, with armchairs and coffee and us paperbacks that I couldnt get anywhere else. Moving from headingley has reduced the casual purchases from the oxfam usedbookstore as well. Which is a shame. Ahem. Nowadays its just amazon and waterstones.
Ideally, I’d like for somewhere like THIS
This is a second hand bookshop in Inverness.