I have a lot of books in my house. They seem to be slowly taking over every single room one pile of books at a time. I have my bookshelves in the garage, I have overflow stacks in the loft. I have books in the living room, I have them piled in the spare bedroom in three different places, I have a towering pile next to the bed. Books are a part of who I am, I will always be surrounded by books, reading books and talking books. They are essential to who I am.
I find it amusing that sometimes N complains about both the number of books in our house and also how spread out the books are. It makes me laugh especially considering how much books and bookstores played such a big part in our early relationship. Now, I'm sure that most of you know by now that N and I met over the Internet. He lived in London, I lived in Oregon. It was a pretty big distance separating us. So when N flew out to visit me, he was taking a pretty big chance. Who knew if this thing between us would end up being anything? It was pretty nerve-wracking actually.
That first day we met, we were kind of at a loss as to what to do, nerves were really kicking in. So N suggested visiting the big (Borders!) bookstore across the street from his hotel. It was a brilliant suggestion. I'd never been into that bookstore and it was MASSIVE. It was a big enough space to wonder around and sneak those sly glances at each other without being entirely obvious. While N isn't a big reader, I do remember him having an interest in Native American legends. And we walked around and different sections of the bookstore would set us off talking about something new and different. And it was enough to really cement my feelings for him!
We'd end up spending a lot of time in Borders over the next few weeks during his visit. It was just a great space to hang out in. They had comfy chairs and a coffee place. We'd gather together a stack of books that looked interesting and some drinks and find a quiet corner somewhere in the back and have a long chat.
We found this section which had books like The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, that were PERFECT for getting to know each other better. I think The Book of Questions is a great icebreaker for broaching topics and starting a discussion. I remember us discussing ghosts and if we'd be bothered if when we died our bodies were thrown into the forest to rot. It was just really wonderful to chat with N who has such different opinions and thoughts to my own. We definitely do not agree on everything, but I wouldn't want us to! It's so much more interesting to have a completely different perspective. To argue and try to get our different points across.
We also had one of my favourite ever 'dates' during this time. We spent so much time together over those few weeks that it probably wouldn't technically be considered a date in the obvious way. But we wandered around the bookstore for ages, browsing as normal. Than we sat in the coffee place and had ham and cheese croissants and played a game of Scrabble together. AWW.
What would you consider the best date ever? Has books ever played a part in any of your early relationships?