My dad and brother are visiting from Atlanta this week and while my brother played golf this afternoon, Dad and I had lunch with my daughter then afterward we "happened upon" a bookstore crammed full, floor to ceiling, with volume after wonderful volume. I crossed the threshold and the smell alone was worth the venture inside. Though admittedly, I did sneeze a few times.
My "treasures" found today at a used bookstore aptly called "Books" in downtown Nashville
The first of my finds is The Two Dianas (Vol. II, copyright and printing 1891) by Alexandre Dumas (author of The Count of Monte Cristo, among others). It's a book whose title was somewhat familiar to me, though I couldn't place it until I read the author's last name. Part one of a two-part historical romance, it's a gorgeous little book (pictured far right). Note that these books are available to read on-line, which is how I'll read the first volume.
The next find is Heroines of History by John S. Jenkins (copyright and printing 1889). It's also a beautiful book, complete with handsome illustrations of its subjects (covered with tissue paper, as was customary of that era) such as Elizabeth of England, Josephine, Joan of Arc, Marie Antoinette, and others. A plaque in my office reads, "WELL-BEHAVED WOMEN RARELY MAKE HISTORY," and I look forward to reading the accounts of these unmundane women who left their mark in the world.
Lastly, The Handy-Book of Husbandry: A Guide for Farmers, Young and Old by George E. Waring, Jr. of Ogden Farm is my most treasured find. Why? Not only because of the many suggested uses of manure, but because this particular book was printed in 1876 so, conceivably, my current heroine could have read it, which is fabulous because based on her current predicament, she needs some advice! Not necessarily on manure, however...
I love it when life and writing converge this way. Who knew when I walked into that bookstore this afternoon that I would leave with a copy of a book that one of my characters "actually held." I said that to my son earlier this evening and he just stared at me like he sometimes does and said, "You know that your character didn't really hold that book, Mom...right?"
But I just smiled, knowing full well in my heart that she did. Just like I know that God orchestrated that moment in that bookstore today, just for me. It was a moment I needed and that I'll treasure. Thank you, Lord, for being present in every detail of our lives--no matter how small those details may seem at times--and for loving us so thoroughly. I needed that encouragement and reminder today.
So, are there others out there who can't pass by a used bookstore without venturing in? If yes, then happy browsing and I hope you happen upon a "treasure" the next time you cross that threshold. And have a Kleenex handy, those books are dusty.