My name is Cindi Taylor, and I am a book junkie! “Hello, Cindi!” echo the voices through the voluminous room, but they’re only in my head, for I am playing the scene in my mind’s eye.
I met a friend, another book junkie, in Lubbock yesterday for our quarterly meeting of Junques de Books (or JB). We began our day with coffee at a coffee bar, in a bookstore, of course. It’s kind of like having an AA meeting at a liquor store.
So you are probably asking why we would meet in such a seductive place, but we’re confirmed junkies, and brazen book lovers we will forever be as long as there are books to buy, bookstores which sell them, and libraries to loiter in. So yesterday, we explored this bookstore and followed up our excursion to the next port of call, another bookstore. Now with so many books to read, limited time to read them, and limited money with which to purchase them, you might ask how we decide which ones to purchase. Once we have perused the stacks we narrow our selections to two, maybe three, then, to make the final cut, we read the first page of each to see which captivates us and holds our attention.
Book Candidate #1:
” Would you consider yourself stressed? No. I’m not stressed.
I’m . . . busy. Plenty of people are busy. I have a high-powered job, my career is important to me, and I enjoy it. OK. So sometimes I do feel a bit tense. But I’m a lawyer in the City, for God’s sake. What do you expect?
My handwriting is pressing so hard into the page, I’ve torn the paper. Dammit. Never mind. Let’s move on to the next question…”
Book Candidate #2:
“Sex in a box. That’s what it was. Spine-tingling, heart-stopping, decadent sex in a box…..”
Sold!! With some books, it really only takes one sentence, maybe two or three.