N ever a borrower or a lender be. And I my darlings am both. It is books I borrow and books I lend and while other people barely notice bookshelves, I frequently have one eye on the person I am visiting and one eye on their bookshelves for long enough for them to take the hint that my life would be significantly improved if only they would be kind enough to let me take this
Then there are the poor Darlings who come to my houses and in passing, mention a minor problem or too and find that in response I am scouring my bookshelves for the very
Yes I am a bookish nightmare and all this relentless borrowing and lending leaves me with frequent problems. Namely a bookshelf full of books that don’t belong to me and many, many missing copies of much adored books that trot off to soothe troubled souls and then find themselves permanent residents of other peoples houses. It’s the kind of stuff that could keep a person up at night.
So imagine my delight when I happened upon The Borrowing
While we borrow with the very best intentions, it’s terribly easy to lose track. Often, if we’ve had something for a while, it accidentally gets absorbed into ‘our stuff’ so that, all too easily, ‘that gorgeous handbag I borrowed’ morphs seamlessly into ‘my gorgeous handbag’. Horrifying when we realize what we’ve done, and the need for a gentle reminder can be so awkward for both borrower and borrowee.”
Inside this grosgrain-ribboned delight, you will find space to note down the items borrowed or lent, alongside a gorgeous collection of quotes about sharing: some funny and some poignant but all carefully chosen to remind us that life is meant to be shared and that we are whole people when we allow generosity to be our life-force.
And so here I am: Lady Bountiful of the Books, with my very own copy of The Borrowing
Won’t you do the same? Life is lovelier when it’s organised isn’t it?