Moving house recently, the most tiring thing is moving books. Six large cardboard boxes, carrying from my old home to my new home, almost broke my waist.
Due to limited talent and invincible inertia, I did not become a writer as I hoped. But I love books. Although I threw away a lot of things when I moved, I didn't throw away a single book.
After arriving at my new home, I put the books on the shelf, and I always felt that something was wrong. Only then did I realize that I had several books missing. I tried hard to remember who borrowed my books, and after tumbling in my memory for a long time, I finally got a clue, and I decided to get back all the books I borrowed.
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friend M I borrowed several books, "Denmark a year," she also, "New York" She also, but the "beautiful soul," she did not also. I vividly remember the light in her eyes when I finished the book "Beautiful Soul" and told her the touching stories in it. Seeing the light in her eyes, I regretted telling her about this book, because next time she would borrow books from me. Lend me this book now, she said. I decided to lend it to her because she often invited me to dinner, and because of her good borrowing record in the past. But she's good, she has borrowed it for more than a year and still doesn't pay it back.
When I met M, I mentioned the book "Beautiful Soul" to her, and she widened her eyes and said, have I borrowed this book? What is this book about? I was so pissed, how forgetful it was. I said I clearly remembered that I gave you the book. She said that I should go back and look for it, it should be lying on my bookshelf.
The next time we met, she said that there was no book "Beautiful Soul" at home. I didn't seem to be able to do anything to her, so I silently pulled her into my blacklist for borrowing books.
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The book "Britain: Declining Gracefully" is in the hands of my eldest brother. My brother is the kind of book borrower that terrifies me. This kind of person usually doesn't read a book, but once he stands in front of the bookshelf, every cell in his body has the desire to read, and he flips the book in his hand. It also seems to have a taste of reading poetry and books. Although it is my brother, I still don't want to lend it to him. One is that he is so busy making money that he has no time to read it; the other is that if he takes my book away on a business trip, 80% of it will end up on the plane.
But I still have to lend it to him, otherwise he will take it away when I'm not at home. This is a lesson from the past. Can I ask my brother, have you finished the book "Britain: Declining Gracefully"? No, because it was a waste of effort, and he must have looked blank and had no idea what I was talking about. Because he was a porter of books, he moved books from my house to his house, and then nothing happened.
Not long ago, I was a guest at my brother's house, and after dinner, I went into his study, where there was a small bookshelf, on which lay "Britain: Declining Gracefully" and a copy of "Escape" by Alice Munro. I don't even know when he took "Escape". When I brought these two books home and put them on the shelf, I felt a sense of comfort. I'm sure my brother wouldn't notice two books missing from his shelf.
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do not read the borrower is not terrible, fear is the kind of reading borrower. This kind of person has the motto of "books cannot be read unless they are borrowed". Although there are not many books at home, they don't blush at all when borrowing books. Friend Z is such a person.
I still remember the horrific scene of Z borrowing books at my house that day. He said that he was going on vacation and wanted to borrow a few books to read. I said you should get two or three books. I turned around and poured him a glass of water, and when I got back to the study I gasped, he emptied two rows of my bookshelves. I'm in a hurry, I said you can't borrow so many books, and you can't finish reading so many books. He said, I read books very fast, and I have no problem reading these books in more than 20 days of vacation. I said no, no loan. He said no, he just borrowed it. I put the book he took down back on the shelf, and he took the book I put down again. The compromise between two male friends ultimately comes from the collision between the limbs. I am a liberal arts student with a thin body. He graduated from military school and can do 100 push-ups. I lost.
But I have a heart that is unwilling to give up. I said that books can be borrowed, but they must be registered. He said that you are not a library here. If you want to send me a library card, I will register. I said you took too many books and had to register. I took out a piece of paper, wrote down the names of the 30 books he was going to borrow, and the date of the day, and wrote that it must be returned after three months, and then asked him to sign it. Good thing he complied.
After that, every time I saw the huge blank space on the bookshelf, I felt distressed. Fortunately, although the deadline exceeded three months, he finally returned the book to me. After that, I stopped inviting him to my house, and I didn't want to go through another horrific book-borrowing scene.
As the bookshelves in the new house slowly filled with books, a sense of security struck me. In a way, I feel that books have built my fortress. Books are not only spiritual food, but also carry different memories. Every time I travel or travel, I buy a book at the local bookstore. When I see that book on the shelf, I remember which city and which bookstore I bought it in, and whether it was sunny or rainy.
