I just finished reading The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon! Without revealing too much (which is OH-SO-DIFFICULT for me to do), and with the secret hope that you might one day experience the book for yourself, it is safe to say that the plot centers around a so-called "Cemetery of Forgotten Books". A rather self explanatory concept, indeed, but could such a place exist? Or more importantly, should we allow it to?
Do you know where that copy of your favorite book rests? In a box, drawer...dusty corner, perhaps? Is it prominently displayed somewhere that your eyes can remind your mind to value it always as you did the first time you read it? How often do your fingers flip gently through its pages, even if only to momentarily reawaken the power of those precious words so long left in quiet waiting? Do you remember with affection the manner in which the book came to be yours or the indelible life lessons that its characters so kindly allowed you to learn vicariously and at no personal risk?
Even now, I find my time occupied with home improvement projects, beautiful puppies, baking, and blogging. I allow myself the occasional read when on vacation or taking a long flight and the result is always the same: an indescribable and irreplaceable sense of renewal.
So, it seems to me that books really can be forgotten, placed on the back burners of our self-sonsuming schedules, penultimate on our infallible to-do lists, and sometimes entirely bereft of our once unabashed admiration. BUT, that is only if we let them...
"So long as we are being remembered, we remain alive."
--Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Shadow of the Wind