This is an outstanding title, one that every lover of books, reader of books, addict of books, ought to indulge in.
I found this book whilst idly wandering one of my favourite secondhand book stores. I have built a habit, in such stores, to stop during my perusal and ask the universe, 'which book do I need to read?' I invariably get a response, either in feelings or nudgings or even occasionally the odd word in my mind, that gradually directs me to a shelf. I follow these feelings until I find the volume.
I found Alberto Manguel's Reading Diary in this manner. And I found A Book Addict's Treasury in this way. Every time, the book has spoken to me in a way that it is difficult to describe.
In A Book Addict's Treasury, I discovered an entire community of people with experiences just like mine. They are those whose families were exasperated by their reading of every thing they found, from cereal boxes to toilet paper packages. They are those who can tell the age of a book by its scent, preferred to read than to run, know that books have personalities and comforts. They are those who are addicted to reading, whose passions for reading are as reprehensible as those addicted to hard drugs or alcohol. They are those who prefer to read than to eat, whose lives are enriched by the ideas and stories of others.
In short, it is like reading a book filled with sentiments of people who are just like me. It's a mirror for the love the books we all share and revel in.
I discovered that others have the same systems as I do: To dog-ear pages at the top to mark a place, and at the bottom to mark a passage. They are people who write notes to themselves in the margins. They are people who appreciate type, form, margins, bindings, rarities and collectables.
And every part of this book is filled with gold. It is perhaps a measure of how beautiful this book is that its authors are clearly book addicts themselves. The volume is split into sections; things like buying books, collecting books, travelling with books, reading addicts, book addicts, etc etc. It is, in fact, the kind of book that warms your soul.
I read this volume with a secret, warm grin. It was like sharing deep secrets, seeing those who have loved in the same way for the same reasons. The shadows of people we know who are like us but whom we never see. For the love of books is so personal, and the experience of reading itself so deeply individual, that it is something we never discuss.
Until now.
If you find this volume, you won't regret a moment of it.