Books, Personal

On Books

I sleep with books in my bed, at least ten of them. During law school, I picked up the bad habit of reading three or four books at a time. I would read fifty pages of one, seventy pages of another, then flit back and forth in between until I finished them all.  And I’d start all over with a new set of books, never paying close attention, sometimes setting aside a book and forgetting about it, coming back to it months later. Because I was always reading a bunch of books, I kept them as close to me as possible– in my bed, so when I grew tired of one, my next option was within reach. I spent a lot of time in law school reading books that had absolutely nothing to do with the law. I broke myself of the multiple-book habit during the last six months of 2013; I began reading one book a week in June.  But I still like to have my books near to me. I like to have choices.

So I have these ten books in my bed. And two stacks of books on the floor next to my bed; those are the books I’m planning to read next. I have a heavy wooden chest at the foot of my bed. When I was a child, it was full of toys. Now it is stuffed with books. But I can’t get to them easily because there are two boxes of books on top of the chest. There is no more room on my shelves.  I have four more boxes of books in the basement. There  are books everywhere.

Still, I buy more.  I blame my father for this habit.  When I was in third grade, he bought me one book every weekend for the  entire year. My teacher, Mrs. Zullo, had gifted me a few of her vintage Nancy Drew books (I still have them) and when I devoured those and asked for more, he took me to B. Dalton Bookseller and bought me a few of the updated versions. We fell into a pattern; he’d pick us up from school on Fridays, and take us to the mall. I’d get a new book. My sister would get a small toy. He would treat us to McDonald’s and I’d open up my new book and eat my cheeseburger (with extra pickles!) without even looking at it.  Eventually, my mother realized how much money my father was spending on books for me, and she encouraged him to take me to the library instead. But it was too late; the damage was already done. I still prefer my books untouched by others. I like them fresh and new, no dog-eared pages or stains or cracked spines.  I keep my books because, if I like them, I’ll always read them again. My copy of Waiting in Vain is yellow and worn and I’ve read it every year for the last twelve years.

I’ll buy dozens of books at a time. Last year, I bought three of Danzy Senna’s books (You Are Free, Symptomatic, and Where Did You Sleep Last Night?) in one night. I have everything written by Junot Diaz, Chris Abani, M. Evelina Galang (all VONA instructors), as well as Colin Channer, Elizabeth Nunez, and Oonya Kempeadoo. I went through a phase where I read only the fiction of Caribbean writers, so I’ve got a large collection of that as well. I am surrounded by books.

I’ve been sorting through them, searching for collections of short stories. That’s what I feel like reading. Short stories fascinate me. They are so very brief, and illuminating. And when they’re good, they stay with you. I want something that stays with me.

I’m currently reading Her Wild American Self, Evelina’s debut story collection. The first time I read it was on the five hour plane ride from SFO to JFK after VONA in 2010. I cried the whole way, partially because of Evelina’s writing, which is gorgeous, but also because I didn’t want to return to my life as it was.

Sometimes I think that loving books the way I do doesn’t mean I need to write them. When I was at VONA, I believed that I could write them. Nearly four years later, with barely any new fiction under my belt, maybe I can’t? Maybe my love is just for the experience of reading. Maybe I don’t have to create.

Usually, when I start to feel like this I remind myself of an e-mail that I received, nearly a year ago:

You are too beautiful a writer not to share it with other people. 

(thank you, my soul sister. you inspire me more than you know.)

I started a new project. I’m having a hard time with it. I have four books in my cart on Amazon. I think I’m trying to distract myself. If I cloak myself in the words of others, I have no room for my own.

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5 thoughts on “On Books

  1. ha. i used to buy books, too. i bought one recently and it made me so happy. when i have more disposable income, i shall go back to buying them. i now sometimes get ebooks and audiobooks, but it’s a treasure to read a hardback. …

    i always wanted to be a fiction writer. then i went nearly 2 decades without writing any. i started my first novel in november, and now i have all these ideas for youth novels in my head. smh. i’ll get to them…

    what’s VONA?

    • Keisha says:

      I have a problem. It’s almost pathetic how excited I become when I get new books, lol. I have an e-reader that I almost never use because I just love feeling a book in my hands.

      Did you do Nanowrimo? I tried it in 2007, but was unsuccessful. I may try it again this year.

      VONA is a series of workshops for writers of color, held every summer at UC Berkeley. It was founded by Junot Diaz, Elmaz Abinader, Victor Diaz, and Diem Jones. They bring in some of the best writers/teachers of color to host these workshops across various genres. I think this year they’re having a popular fiction workshop, which would include romance/YA. You should look into it! You can find more information here: http://www.voicesatvona.org/

      I’m going to update the post with the link. I forgot to include it!

      • That’s awesome. And yes! After years of shunning nanowrimo for being an unsustainable gimmick, I tried it. I set my goal at 1000 words a day or 30k for the month. Best thing I’ve done in a long time. I haven’t worked on it muh since then, but I’m gearing up to do another 20-25k and finish the worlds worst first draft. :-). VONA sounds great. And YA and romance are the two areas I feel drawn to. Thanks!

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