I have always been mad about books. My relationship with books has never faltered or deteriorated. Books get me and I get them.
Up until last week I thought my passionate feelings for books had reached their limit. I didn’t think there was another level to my book love. Well, I was wrong.
Last week I became a year older. I won’t let you know how many years I have now clocked up, because a lady never divulges her age.
Anyway, I decided to spend my special day alone and in my favourite book shop (Waterstones in Cardiff).
I booked the day off work, armed myself with several book gift cards (there was not much to my birthday list this year) and hurried into what I call ‘book paradise.’
I spent a long time picking out the first book I was going to take for a coffee upstairs, but eventually found it. After making a purchase I scurried up to the cafe and bought myself coffee (and cake). I read four satisfying chapters whilst drinking my coffee (and wedging giant slabs of cake into my mouth) and then scooted back downstairs for what I called the ‘birthday book buying binge.’
Several hours later I took some more books up for coffee and went through the same process.
I had to haul all of my book purchases home later that afternoon but I had a huge smile on my face, several cake crumbs still around my mouth and nostrils full of the delicious bookshop smell.
After going out for a birthday drink with my family in the evening I crawled wearily into my bed, clutching one of my books and ignoring my loved one’s comment, ‘don’t you think you have done enough reading today, love?’
For noting: a true book lover can never do enough reading.
So, there I was, propped up in bed with pillows, totally engrossed in one of my new books and feeling heavenly. As I turned one of the pages, (think I was seven chapters in) I gasped.
There on the page was a strange post it note:
If for some technical reason the note can’t be seen when you read this blog post, it says ‘you know who’s awesome? Read that first word again.’
Now, before you all jump to conclusions, my loved one does not write like this and he’s not into leaving sweet, inspirational messages. His tend to focus on reminding me about the state of the laundry and the size of the ironing pile.
I have no idea who wrote the post it note. My loved one made a comment about it being a silly promotional stunt, but I ignored him.
This message hidden inside this book made my day. Lovely words were scribbled onto the post it note and the thought of someone inserting little messages of positivity and love via books, made tears prick my eyes.
Then my romance writer brain leapt into action and I was hit by a zillion ideas for stories. My loved one rolled his eyes, as I stuck the post it note to my bedroom wall, gazed longingly at it and then leapt out of bed to grab a notebook.
So, the post it note is still stuck to my wall and I have not yet gone through my book haul to see whether there are any other messages, hidden within the pages.
The experience has made me fall in love with books all over again. Not only are they portals to other worlds, but they can also carry little random messages of love.
I love my Kindle dearly, but you can’t experience this with an electronic reader.
If this was a promotion then I would like to say – what a great idea!
If not, then the mystery post it note messenger is still out there, spreading love via books. Watch out, my wonderful readers!
Since this experience I have found myself getting powerful urges to scribble out a few post it notes and start paying the favour forward. I have started thinking about the sort of message I would leave in a book for a stranger.
Love books ❤️
What would you leave as a message?