There has been a bit of a drama at Savidge Reads Towers in the last 24 hours as with some unscheduled rain we have had some what of a leak. To illustrate the point I am using this picture (I can’t actually take a picture of the malay of soggy books as would really set me off and I have been holding it together quite well so far)…
Fortunately it’s not quiet as bad as the picture above and some maybe saved, but naturally as I love books it’s quite gutting and around 20 -30 books have been waterlogged so I am feeling a bit woe is me really. The again who leaves endless piles of books on the floor in their bedroom in front of the window? Someone who doesn’t expect it to come through the ceiling at 1.30am thats who. But there is no use crying over damp pages and so I shan’t. I shall just have to hunt the books down (fortunately none of them were brand, brand new) as bargains when I can. Or just see if I can cope without them for a while. Time will tell.
This is the second catastrophe that has hit my books in two years. When I moved to the flat that is now below our flat the removal man broke one of the endless packed up book boxes and about 60 books went skidding across a main road… I was sooooo unimpressed. Fortunately most I managed to save but a Toibin ended up in a puddle and a few Christie’s and Atwood’s ended up as road kill. What bookish trauma’s have you had, it may be therapeutic to share, and might make me feel a little bit better! Do divulge.
And how do you dry out and save a soggy book? My Gran put a copy of Half A Yellow Sun that I bought her on the radio after she left it out one night last summer and it got rained on in a shock northern storm overnight (the grattitude!) but the pages stuck together a bit. Advice and catastrophic stories needed/shared please!