Confessions of a bibliophile - culpable carelessness

This is a real confession. A genuine mea culpa. Of all the stupid, reprehensible, careless demonstrations of absent minded irresponsibility....

Realised this morning that I left my book on the Easyjet plane from Bristol.

Wouldn't mind if it was a pulp fiction time filler. But it was the Denise Levertov interviews, and I had annotated it and marked the good bits!

Going to trust in miracles, providence and people's good will and phone them to see if it's been handed in by some cabin cleaning crew with literary sympathies and a high functioning work-ethic.

If not will I buy it again???  Hmmmmm.

But drat it....

Comments

[brodie]

Jim - I empathise with your frustration of losing your book. And that’s the issue isn’t it, it’s not a book, it’s not even Levertov’s, but in the act of reading and annotating it’s become uniquely yours. I dread this happening to me.

[Jim Gordon]

As my Northern Irish best pal would say, right on Brodie. I have my own way of annotating, gathering and organising not only the results of what I read, but my own responses, questions and connections as I go along. Even reading the book again doesn't reproduce the fruits of that first conversation. But it's a lesson well learned - think I'll buy the modern equivalent of the medieval chain and padlock used to anchor the Bible to the church lectern. Anybody ever come across book handcuffs!!?!!