One of the earliest posts I did was ab0ut my five favourite books. The list varies depending on my mood but one that’s always there is Microserfs by Douglas Coupland. I call it my comfort book. I read it when I’m down or ill. Not all of it, sometimes just a chapter or two where I check in with my friends and remind myself of their story. Consequently unlike my rather pristine copies of Alice, Microserfs now looks like this:
No back page, no front page and a worn down spine. Pages are threatening to fall off every time I look at them. But still, I keep it. I have considered getting a new one, except if I did, it would have to be the same version the odd square version with a yellow lego-esque cover (you’ll have to take my word for that). Which sounds daft because the words don’t change depending on the cover. I guess that’s one of the curious things about books – they are more than just the words inside.
How about you? Got a favourite book on the verge of collapse?
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