Each week The Broke and The Bookish host this lovely list-tastic top ten feature.
This week’s topic is Top Ten Favorite Bookish Memories.
I have so many great book themed memories that it was hard to limit them to a measly ten, but here’s my attempt (in no particular order because I don’t like to play favorites):
Reading Days in 2nd grade: A few times a year, my second grade teacher turned her classroom into a magical reading oasis. She replaced desks with bean-bag chairs and set out bowls of popcorn and stacks of books. We got to lounge around the classroom and read ALL DAY. This was reading heaven for my tiny self and these special days are still particularly vivid in my mind.
Writer’s retreat in NYC: A long time ago, and in a kingdom far away, I was a member of an awesome online writing community full of authors and poets and writerly people. A few particularly awesome people in this community set up a series of “lets meet in person and not just on the internet” writer’s retreats. The NYC weekend was full of whiskey drinking and bookish fun. I got to hear some of my favorite writers read their work, and I accumulated a lot of pretty great friends.
Reading the Final Harry Potter Book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was one of three books that I’ve ever pre-ordered. As soon as I had that book in my hand, I climbed into bed, crawled under my blankets and devoured it within a span on 12 hours. I laughed. I cried. I ate an apple. My relationship with the Harry Potter series began when I was in 7th grade and, a decade later, that final book was like a farewell to an old friend *tear*
Book Shopping in Dublin: I first visited Dublin in summer of 2005 during Semester at Sea. The first two days were spent doing a lot of touristy things like looking at Guinness advertisements and drinking Guinness. The third day was spent book browsing and book shopping. This was a solid 6 hours of touching books and looking at books and buying books. Pure bliss.
The Library at Trinity College in Dublin: So you know how I spent some time in Dublin? I got to go here:
I call this book porn
40 Days of Books: When I was in elementary school I decided that I wanted to give up television for lent. Easy fix for no T.V.? Read massive quantities of books! I spent nearly all of those 40 days in the children’s section of my town’s public library. I loved it there.
My first time visiting the Strand Bookstore in NYC: If it were legal to marry a bookstore, I would marry this one. She’s beautiful. She’s smart. There are 18 miles of books in her! What more could a gal want?
First date with my love: The first time I met my (now) fiancé, we went on a little outing to Caliban Books- a used bookstore in Pittsburgh. We browsed the stacks, sharing unusual finds and talking about our favorite authors. I fell in love with him almost instantly. I mean, really, who can resist a bearded man holding an art book?
Meeting my book club: My BFF introduced me to my current and only book club last year. In that past year, I’ve made so many great friends, read so many good (and not so good) books and ate a lot of tasty food. These gals are amazing—intelligent, funny, insightful and a damn good time. They entered my life just when I needed them most and I’m so grateful.
Bed-time stories: The Pokey Little Puppy, The Little Mouse The Red Ripe Strawberry and The Big Hungry Bear, and Charlotte’s Web. My parents would read these stories to me over and over again at my request. These bed-time stories are some of my fondest memories, and I hope that I get to pass this tradition on to my children.
There ya have it! Feel free to share some of your favorite bookish memories in the comments.