Hi everyone! I hope you’ve had a great weekend and a nice Monday. It’s Family Day in Ontario, so I was lucky enough to enjoy the day off. It has been excellent.
I just caught up with last night’s episode of Girls (a show I follow religiously) and it has me feeling all melancholy and sentimental. So I thought I would tie it into today’s Monday Musing post!
When it comes to books, I do attach quite a bit of sentiment to them. Whether it be because its message really spoke to me, because I read it at a very specific time in my life, or because it was a gift from a special person, these emotions make it hard for me to part with certain books, and heartbreaking when I do have to let them go.
One specific instance I can think of is a dictionary that I owned. It used to be my mother’s dictionary, and on the title page, under her name, I had signed mine. Unfortunately, when I was packing all of my belongings to move them to Toronto, I had to give it away as it was just too bulky for me to bring to Ontario. Whenever I think about it, I feel like I should have kept it. Similarly, I remember receiving books from my mother as a child and asking her to sign and dedicate them to me. (I guess I’ve always been a sentimental person.) These books are not currently in my possession, but they are ones that I will cherish forever and ever.
Do you have any books that are especially important to you? What’s the story behind it?