The Fear of Being Bookless

I live in constant fear that I may run out of books and be left with nothing to read.  This fear is strongest when I’m about to travel somewhere. It’s as if I think there are no bookstores anywhere but in Toronto. Mind you I know the kind of books most readily available at airports. Not usually my style. And I have actually run out when on a trip and had to make do with some bestseller.

It was this fear that led to me buying a Sony E-Reader. Oh joy! Now I would  never run out of books!  And that was true. But I did run of juice. Battery dies…book gone.  Bereft again!

Right now I’m packing to go the cottage. Always the first thing I pack are the books, usually in a sturdy milk carton. It’s a blue one this year, crammed full of books I’ve been buying and saving up for those long lazy cottage days when I can tackle the big fat ones like Wolf Hall and The Girl Who Played With Fire. I threw in others like Old City Hall and Linwood Barkley’s latest in case things get too heavy and I need some suspense and crime to wake me up. One never knows, do one?

So for now I think I have the book front covered. And there’s always the General Store with its couple of shelves packed with dog eared paperbacks.  Just in case I run out.

About Caro Soles

Writer in several genres, lover of dachshunds and opera, with some ballet thrown in for good measure. I founded the Bloody Words Mystery Conference, which ran for 15 years as well as the Bony a Blithe Award for Canadian Light Mysteries. My latest novel, A Freind of Mr. Nijnsky, just came out in May, 2017
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