Today is September 13, 2015. I am back in the thick of things at university, and finished filming a TV show, so I should have more time to write now. We are up to the second of the last six TCWT posts on this blog: I am still using the title and the picture, because, of course, these are still John’s prompts. If and when anything else gets started (ex-Chain club, anyone?) we’ll have to pick a different name.
But for now, the prompt is: “What are examples of books you’ve thrown across the room? Why did you throw them?”
In point of fact, I picked on this one because I generally don’t throw books, so I could afford to be exact.
I have thrown:
- one copy of Kids’ Knits, because I was annoyed at having taken seventeen goes at a cable pattern in blue yarn and still not getting it. I think I may have thrown the needles and wool after it, and promptly taken up cross-stitch. (I have since figured out the cable pattern.)
- one cook-book (my own). Unfortunately this was spiral-bound and is now missing a few pages, though still in frequent use.
- one copy of Les Miserables. This was also unfortunate, as it was my mother’s copy which she had cherished since her student days. It had been left in the bathroom which I had been sent to clean, and I threw a tiny tantrum at discovering my sister’s entire collection of Barbie dolls lined up along the sink. Instead of throwing the dolls, I threw the Mis, and the binding broke. Very slightly. On one of two volumes. Hence I cycled into town to try to get another copy. The staff at the bookstore said they hadn’t got one, whereupon I informed them that they had no business calling themselves a respectable bookstore if they hadn’t got a paperback Mis. This caused one to be hastily unearthed from a backroom, so I bought it and presented it to my mother, finished cleaning the bathroom, and all was lovely in the garden. Recently I have also purchased two second-hand copies for myself (one French, one English) so there are now four copies of Les Miserables in the house, should you ever need to borrow one!
- one copy of Alistair MacLean’s Fear Is The Key – multiple times. That said, I had rescued this one from a rubbish tip for the sole purpose of throwing it – out of windows, across rooms, and down stairs – stabbing it with letter-openers and Swiss Army Knives, flinging it with gay abandon into the bathtub, reading it in the shower (only once – it’s a rotten book!), giving it to dogs to maul, running over it on a bike, rubbing dirt on the pages, and generally abusing it. This was largely to deflect said abuse from other books, specifically the ones I was studying for an exam – I couldn’t abuse those, because the copies I had weren’t mine.
As I said, I don’t generally throw books, whether I’m annoyed or not. I do throw sneakers and sweaters, as unlikely to damage walls, and I have thrown an entire set of teaspoons at once, when I was writing an essay about spoons. They made a most satisfying noise.
However, when irritated, I often resort to punching brick walls. Luckily for me, my current room has four of these.
Thanks for reading. We’ll be back on October 13 with the next of the last.
What books have you thrown? Was it worth it?