The Dinosaurs on My Bookshelf

imageIf a velociraptor came crashing through the windows and chased me through the house, I might try to throw something at it like…say…a book conveniently gathering dust on the nearest shelf.  This would be the first time I touched said book–let’s call it Great Expectations–since I put it there four years before, but I can imagine the volume fluttering open just before hitting the raptor in his stupid face.  Time would slow, and I would catch a single line on a single page that would tear through me.  I’d remember everything–the whole story.  I would be Pip, pine for Estella, and stare at dead cake.  The book would mean something again, and right before the raptor bit my head off, I would reconnect with my past self and wonder why I never took time to reread any of the books I’d lugged through two moves and painstakingly arranged (okay, threw) on a gorgeous wooden bookshelf (slapped together from Walmart).

Just gazing at broken spines doesn’t do it for me.  I need to read a book.  My memory sucks as it is and every day that passes takes me further away from the moment I close a book’s cover and shout, “Awesome!”  The most recent books I’ve read aren’t even on that bookshelf.  They’re from the library or digital.  So why do I cling to these dusty relics?  Why do I still have paperbacks from high school and used books from college?  Really, there is no rational reason for holding onto these paper bricks…except as ammunition for the coming dino apocalypse.

Do you hold onto books you know you’ll never read again?  Expound upon your madness below.

Michelle Joyce Bond


13 thoughts on “The Dinosaurs on My Bookshelf

  1. I used to save everything but now I just give them to the library, as they usually have a drop off for used books. (I had a short spell where I lived out of my car and after that I lived by a rule that I never owned more than I could keep in my trunk!) But still I can’t get into reading books on my computer, it’s somehow irritating to me, though I know I just need to convert as I don’t want to end up a dinosaur myself!

  2. I still have 5 or 6 boxes of books from my college days (Lit major!) sitting in a basement. Maybe I should get them out and donate them since I haven’t looked at them in years and they are probably capable of breeding dino babies by now. lol.

  3. I hold on to some books I’ll never read again, like many of the classics (including Great Expectations) because I can’t let go of the possibility that maybe I would read it again. Even though I know I won’t. I also hold on to books I think others would like because, in my book pride, I want to be the fairy book-mother doling out books right and left. 🙂

  4. I recently just moved out of an old apartment and had the same dilemma!! So many beautiful books left untouched! I felt like I was abandoning my first love. Which I did, when my boyfriend first bought me a kindle two years ago. I felt ashamed, so I decided to read my personal favorite copy of Jane Eyre(had this copy since the ninth grade.) As much as I love the books that are just one click away, There is something so much more satisfying in going to a book store picking out a book and reading it cover to cover. My favorite part of finishing a book used to be closing it in the end, taking that long inhale and exhaling yessss with a smile. I recommend never letting go of your favorites, there will come a time when you are in need of a memory and that’s where you will most likely find it!


    1. Good point. 🙂 I am also partial to Jane Eyre who will likely never turn into a dinosaur since she gets plenty of excercise–demands it, in fact. All this rambling about the possibility of taking a walk…

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