My Beautiful Bibliofilia

So I have already posted here about why I don't buy books so much any more.

That does not mean that I don't love them still.  On the other hand, I don't read SO MUCH anymore either.  And somehow that turn of events has coincided with the bringing into my home of a second little critter. (Here and here.  I mean, HER.)

And maybe discovering blogs?   (It makes ya think, doesn't it?)  Have I also mentioned that books are a bit like a drug for me, and once I dive into that altered state, it's very hard to find the surface again - and boy, does that mean I don't get much else done!  Of which there is quite a bit.  So, for the moment.........not so much reading going on. OK I'll blame my traveling life of the moment too.  

(cookbooks here, anyone?)

That notwithstanding, I thought it would be kind of silly and not at all in the spirit of the season to decline Guillemette's tag (THANKS G.!) to list 15 of the authors whose writing has "marked me, even turned me upside down - or, I guess "upset me" as bouleverser can be translated from the French." Certainly, for me, the writers below have unveiled to me certain truths in such eloquent, sensitive and sometimes (D. Sedaris) hysterically funny ways.  Truths which I had already somewhat suspected, but had not elsewhere found validation or elucidation of.   (Do ya know what I'm trying to get at here?)

(Two ideas about living with books from the Conran Shop UK)

So:  THESE.  FOURTEEN:

Marcel Proust,  Colette,  Leo Tolstoy, Virginia Woolf,  MFK Fisher,  Rumer Godden,  Alice Munro, Jhumpa Lahiri,  David Sedaris,  Lorrie Moore,  Tennesee Williams,  Flannery O'Connor,  William Maxwell,  Charles Bukowski

OOPS!  I didn't quite make it to Fifteen!  And surprisingly, but not intentionally, my list is a little heavily represented by writers of the female persuasion.   Someone of you will say, I obviously have not read enough.  I WILL SAY: RETURN TO THE TOP OF THE PAGE!

(complete collections all in white of all your favorite French novelists here?)

Now.  (You were wondering when I'd get to this part.)

Could I love and read books more, if I had rooms like this to practice my errant bibliophilia in?

WHAT DO YOU THINK? (and yes in those rooms, I would be planning on putting books where the kitchen utensils and towels now are).

or

Or - a room like Nigella Lawson's, for example, shown in this clip (and uploaded to YouTube for what one may say would be ALL the wrong reasons, judging from the clip "captioning").  The good news is the clip is entirely wholesome and excerpted from the BBC geneology-search program: "Who Do You Think You Are?"

It's a short enough clip, but if you hang in there a minute, you get a great shot from well above, of the narrow high-ceilinged space that opens onto a garden.  OK.  I DIE FOR THIS ROOM.  And its acidic yellow emanations.

Generally, these family histories can be fascinating, (as everyone who's seen the similar US/PBS Henry Louis Gates' series here, will tell you.  So it's also possible to link to the entire Nigella Episode on Vimeo for more shots of that library.  Here.

SO YES, NO, MAYBE?  All you in the Blog World?  Books?   OR ..... a library card, and THE BOOK ROOM?  Could you choose?

Meanwhile I would like to tag:

Janis, Sophie, Bobbi, Charles, Ellen

and find out what books or writers have particularly made an impression on them.