I read an article this morning about what people leave in library books. Sometimes those things are really disgusting. It made me think of what I leave in my books.
How do you mark your page? The grand girls are fold overs. They both dog ear, fold over the corner at the top. I tell them every time I see it that they're making their book cry. They laugh and say, "Grandma, books aren't alive!" And aghast, I tell them, "Oh, yes they ARE!" And they say, "Grandma, they can't feel it." And I say, "How do you know? Can't you just use the bookmarks I give you or grab a piece of paper and give the poor book a break? The benefit of the doubt? Maybe? Can't you hear it cry?" But now it's a power play.
Usually, whatever I'm doing at the time is what I use as a bookmark and I tend to leave it in the book when finished. Mostly I use bookmarks. I never, ever dog ear or turn down the corner. Books cry when you do that. I try not to break the spine or at least bend it back too much, but sometimes it happens especially in a book I read over and over, like To Kill a Mockingbird. Once a year with that one.
Do I share? Sometimes, with people I trust to give them back. If I don't want one back I'll say so at the loaning. Yes, I do contribute some to daughter's Little Free Library. I get a lot of books free for review and used to pass them on to kids at school but now pass them on to the grands. Mostly, my books are old friends, holders of information, calm feelings when I look and remember, some revisited.
Do I read when I eat? Yes. Have I spilled? Not really, not bad spills, once in awhile a drip but I have left crumbs and every time I do I think of Geraldine Brooks' book People of the Book. Every time. I read anywhere I go anytime I can and I take a book everywhere, even to meetings and quilty gatherings. Never, ever leave the house without one, and just in the teeny, tiny case that I do, there is a book in each car. Just in case.