All posts tagged: Bookmarks

This book sweeps me off my feet

There are certain situations where falling is a good thing: falling in love, falling into place, and being swept off your feet – all very apropos the bookmark pictured above. My love for reading began to bloom in earnest in Kingwood, TX in the late 80s. I was a blond, plump girl, who wore white knee-high stockings to school. I woke up with a book and went to sleep to a book to such a degree that I can keep my place in a book with a finger all through the night – quite expertly I might add. It was those formative years in a young girl’s life, when she learns to read and realizes that the entire world is full of books, just waiting to be read. I expect that coloring a bookmark was a reading assignment in the crafty end, but it was here I learned how to use a bookmark, never to dog-ear a book, and how to carry a book, holding the spine of the book against the palm of my …

Dog ear

Oh no you don’t! Not in my books! That pretty much sums up my stance on dog ears. Why would you crease a page with words on it?! I ask incredulously. I keep my place in books with a bookmark, carefully chosen for the specific book. If I find an interesting passage, I copy it down in a journal, letting the words flow through my pen. However, I know there are readers that dog ear pages. I caroused the web and found readers, who are very exact with their dog ears. Top corners for finding their place in the book, bottom corners for interesting passages. Some turn a corner of a miscellaneous length; others fold the corner to the precise line of interest. Others still make dog ears into art, by folding corners to make the folds resemble a heart or, as I recent saw, the entire state of Kentucky. I can see the art in some of the dog-earing, but then you’ve discarded the book – you’re not going to read it again. What …

A Piece of Turkey

I was on vacation in the coastal town of Ҫeșme in the westernmost region of Turkey. It is a pleasant town, cooled by the breeze from the Aegean, rich in history and hospitality, and in my mind connected to the sweet taste of sugared, apple tea and newly harvested melons. One day I went to the city of Izmir, probably better known in Western classical literature as Smyrna. However, the difference between the beachside Ҫeșme with the sound of water ever-present and hustle and bustle of the third largest city in Turkey was astounding. Where Ҫeșme was blue skies, blue water, and the gentle breeze, Izmir was stone, blinding white in the sun and the dust of a metropolis. I could feel the dry heat in the back of my mouth and sought shade in the narrow straits and alleys, lined with shops. There were so many people, meandering through the streets; it was claustrophobic and exotic at the same time. At last, I found the bazaar, built in sandstone, away from the blasting heat. …

Imprimatur – Rita Monaldi & Francesco Sorti

It is my profound belief that each and every book deserves the attention and time given by a reader. Whatever your opnion of the book, reading it is communicating with the author, and it would be plain rude to cut off the author and not let them finish. There are books that have not fallen in my taste and other books whose publication confound me, but there are only a handful of books in my life that I have begun to read, willingly given up on, and pulled the bookmark out in a slightly aggressive manner. “Imprimatur” is one of them. I have read a little more than half and I am done. “Imprimatur” has resided on my nightstand for the better part of two months now and I simply lack the self-discipline to read another page. “Imprimatur” has that air of mystery that in itself has value. Apparently, the authors contacted a publisher in Italy, but after the publication of the first edition, the authors were stonewalled. The novel was later published again internationally …

Three Bookmarks

Here are three bookmarks from my collection as promised. As you can see they are very different. The first one from the left is my own creation age approximately ten. The brown line is a tree branch. I do not know why there had to be a branch, it seems completely misguided. The second bookmark is a detail from “The Lady and the Unicorn”, the famous tapestries on display at the Musée de Moyen-Âge. I celebrated my 21st birthday in Paris and was taken by the magnificence of the tapestries. The third bookmark with the puppy on the books, I just found cute. I bought it while in D.C.

Bookmarks

A dirty little secret? Hardly, but it isn’t the kind of thing you share when getting acquainted with someone. I have a drawer full of bookmarks. Immediately, images of a bookish hoarder and nerd with glasses and tasseled loafers come to mind – the kind with a geeky laugh, who will swoon over a new title or a bookmark with a special backstory. Nonetheless, here I will openly confess: I have a drawer full of bookmarks! Being an avid reader, you need bookmarks. You don’t dog ear books. And in my opinion, you should choose a specific bookmark for each book you read. I don’t color coordinate, but the style of book and bookmark should complement each other. Bookmarks are wonderful keepsakes. I often buy them as souvenirs when I travel and I was so fortunate to get one from my son on my very first mother’s day. I have free bookmarks picked up at book stores and libraries. I have inexpensive ones with nice pictures. I have treasured ones that are “finds”. Photos will …