Marcus Tullius Cicero (apparently a person worth quoting) is said to have said “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
At first glance, I thought this was a pretty cool quote. After all, I like a lot of other book quotes. “If you go home with someone and they don’t have any books, don’t fuck ’em.” -John Waters
“There is no friend as loyal as a book.” -Ernest Hemingway
But then I realized that it was, perhaps, a tiny bit impractical. Especially if you were assuming that every room should have a soul. Houses have libraries and offices for a reason, after all. The books are supposed to stay there, more or less.
But THEN I realized that I have ADHD and love of reading. As a result, there are books in almost every room in the house.
I found the first one in the kitchen. It’s a library book I forgot to return a few weeks ago (and, coincidentally, just got a reminder about in my email today).
The last time I went to the library I checked out every Carrie Fisher book they had. I thought I had returned them all, but apparently Wishful Drinking has been holding up our sugar cubes (because they’re more fun for tea) this whole time.
I know there are books in other random places around the house, so I’m going to keep finding them and posting pictures to my Instagram and Tumblr under the hashtag #bookhunt. I hope some other folks will join me, because I bet our books occasionally turn up in some really interesting places.
Should every room in a house have a soul? Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever misplaced a book? Let me know in the comments!
P.S. My manuscript is at 29,631 words!