(Fair Warning: This isn't a typical #MicroblogMonday post. But it's what I needed to write tonight.)
A while back I mentioned that I was reading an old favourite, The House of Five Swords by Tristram Tupper. I love this book. It's a beautiful love story set at the end of the Gilded Age, in a small Virginia town. It's a love story between a daughter and father, between a man and a woman, and between a family and their honour. A son disowned, and a mysterious stranger who shows up just as the town builds a munitions plant to capitalize on the war in Europe.
|If you look close you can see the embossed title |
on the upper right corner
I re-read it over and over, all the way through high school. When I left for college, I packed up all the books I wasn't taking with me (it didn't make the cut this time), and put the boxes in the garage. Four years later, when I returned and was trying to get my stuff together for my out-of-province move, I couldn't find that particular box of books. My mom thought that they may have been sold in a garage sale the year before. I was heartbroken.
Over the years, I would poke around on the internet to see if anyone was selling a copy. I had seen them listed for as much as $1000 on ebay, but even at the more common price of around $200, I just could never afford to replace it.
A few years ago, when my parents were downsizing, they shipped a couple of boxes of my things that had been found around their old house. Lo and behold, one of the boxes was my box of long lost books! There were several other of my 'antique' books, but right on the top was my House of Five Swords.
I hadn't read it since high school, and recently I was moved to re-read it. Reading it as an adult was an amazing experience. Reliving scenes that had stayed in my mind over the years, discovering new tidbits that I hadn't resonated with as a teen. The thick paper of the pages, the fragility of the spine, the musty smell that is undeniably that old book smell.
And the writer in me just swooned over the language. This is a book that was written in the era rather than just about the era. The vocabulary, the structure, even the punctuation. I had a mind-boggling epiphany... this book is where I discovered my love of ellipses... :)
While ereaders and tablets may be convenient this book, and others like it, are why this hobbit will never fully transition away from paper books.
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