Jul 01 2008
Booklover… Will Travel
Booklover… Will Travel
Excerpt #1
As an aspiring writer and avid bookworm, I depend upon the emotional inundation that springs from the four-letter word… book. It isn’t unusual for hopefuls to line in sequence, a garland amongst snaking bookstore sidewalks, in anticipation of purchasing newly released tombs from their favorite authors. “Whatever it takes!” are the fluid words encamping dedication amid writers and readers alike.
Having journeyed a notional superhighway of cyberspace, I had the pleasure of corresponding with author, Simon Van Booy. However, his acclaimed short story collection, The Secret Lives of People in Love, presented quite the impossible conquest, to which I lacked any amount of actual preparedness. Often curious, an about-face cartwheeled numerous inadvertent measures of having first seen his paperback prose– to wishing I had purchased it– and infinite web surfing that serendipitously connected me with an award-winning writer with a keen sense of humor. Seemingly, a harmonic disarray of geographical persuasion, I muddled through an illusion of chaos as one such hopeful.
In the chill of early February, a monochrome skyline released a layer of snowfall that danced as if powdered sugar through hopeful breeze… blanketing my bucolic hometown in a whimsy of white. Never a hindrance to the wiles of feminine philosophy, I ardently prepared for the day’s bargain adventures that would commence on Brentwood BoulevardIn a remote corner of Borders Bookstore, a friend stumbled upon a paperback of muted tones that nestled a nearby shelf of possible interests… she handed it to me saying, “Look, it’s autographed.” Thumbing the pages, we skimmed one after the other until contractual obligations of our disheveled shopping bags lent reminder to the rest of the afternoon’s binge activity. Alone with thought, I absorbed prevailing curiosity, and marveled this writer’s collection of poetic themes… languishing details that hadn’t secured its bookshelf placement among the others in my library.
Check back tomorrow to see how this one ends….
Sara A. Harris





