On Books and Doors- A Guest Post by Mary Katerine

Mary Katerine is a friend on Facebook. She is also a girl who understands my love for books. I've known her for quite some time and she's quite a special individual in my life. This post is Mary talking about books. I hope you enjoy reading it, and enjoy reading books as much as Mary and I do!

The Bilge Master

I've just had this beautiful image in my head. About books, because what else can I let myself think of during these times.

So I imagined reading as walking into this long corridor. You can't see where it ends, but you can see where it started, because that's where you started. And on every side of this corridor, there are doors. Many many doors.

 

Those are the books you learn about through one person or another. As soon as you learn about one, its door appears. But all the doors are closed, because you have yet to read those books. And every time you get one book (buy it, borrow it, get it gifted to you), a key appears. And that key fits only in one door, that door corresponding to the book. And you can choose to use it, or leave it in your pocket.

There are doors you open only once. Sometimes you take a little peek decide it's not for you, and close it back. Other times you keep it open enough to take a walk, learn what's in there, but never come back.

But there are other doors. The ones whose location you know even with your eyes closed. The ones whose keys are so used, their colour has changed, but they are still usable. The doors you open the as wide as can be and wander inside for as long as you want, not because you want to discover what's behind the door (even though sometimes you find something you missed last time), but because you missed it so much you decided to wander once more. Sometimes you even misplace the key so you just leave the door open, because you know there is no use in locking it anyway. You just waste time you could be spending inside. So you keep the door open, sometimes so wide it calls you back so often it becomes more of a home than your actual home ever was.