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spaceyNow Playing: Beat the Devil's Tattoo
Generally most people like books or at the very least don't hate books. Now you have the crazies that want to burn books (hitler, pol pot and Christopher Columbus) some just read about sports...this entry doesn't apply to them.
For some odd reason whenever a book arrives and I am around I have to examine it thouroughly. I have a tough time throwing things away anyway (just ask Tonto), but when it comes to books I feel as if I am committing a crime. It must be all those scary librarians yelling at me in my head from years and years of telling me not to dogear, spill, throw away, etc. They scared me... I have a couple criteria in my head for me to hang on to books:
1. If they are useful to me now or in the future at work...this is the main criteria
2. If they have some sentimental value in my memory...old...I can't toss an old book in the bin - this one gives me the moniker hoarder
So, this week a few books show-up; Pinocchio with a record and Briar Rabitt and the Tar Baby with a record. These literary and auditory masterpieces are at least over 30 years old. Pinocchio is filled with creepy pictures of the wooden boy and his creepy creator all feeling his oaky body with his bony fingers. The record puts the sound effects to the pictures with a lovely voice detailing the proceedings. Oddly enough, it isn't Chris Hanson, maybe his dad?
Then there is Brer Rabbit and the tar baby...nuff said really. How in the world was this book ever deemed worthy for print. Brer makes a baby out of tar...all black. Yeah this book is so wrong. In fact the combination of these two odd books makes you wonder about the person donating them. Therefore now I have to find a place to donate them because I can't just toss them in the bin. I have to keep paying it forward until they find their right home...probably Alabama.
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