The sun is great, isn’t? Vitamin D, natural light…but when we get too much love from Mr. Sun, we burn, burn, burn. The picture above is the front windows in our cabin. It’s a very serene place to watch the sun disappear into the horizon. And while it’s very beautiful, it’s terror on my books.
When the blinds are open, the sun hits the books in all its bright glory. While I really love how bright it is, I never realize the how it ages the books quite hastily. I often sit on the couch and read, but I’ve never really notice how sun drenched most of my books have become. There’s a tell-tale sign that the pages are losing its original white colour.
Like these books, for example;
Or these –
I don’t know if you can notice, but seeing the ‘oxidation’ process up close is a different experience altogether. I don’t really know why I’m troubled by this; though, let’s not get carried away. It’s not the end of the world, these are books that have been here for at least a couple of years and then some. While I’m a fan of collecting old books, it bothers me when I see MY copies age. I think the problem here is, that most of these books haven’t been read.
If you’re a new follower, or have just met me, then you probably haven’t seen these shelves before. I did a post a while back about my bookshelves in the cabin and have mentioned that these shelves house books that I have put on the back burner for now (then). I’ve collected more books since that post. Right now, the chances of these books being read is pretty slim. Unless I’ve ran out of books to read in the city (our house), or if all the bookstores in the world closed doors (oh the horror!), I’m probably not going to drive an hour or so to the cabin just to pick them up.
I guess my point is, that’s the reason why it saddens me to see these books age right in my eyes.
And yet I can’t bear to let them go.
I need therapy.