peg’s Comments (group member since Nov 04, 2007)

peg’s comments from the Book Buying Addicts Anonymous group.

I often thought that it would be great to be able to read with music in the background but I can't do it. I can block out any other type of noise but if I am trying to read where there is music I always wind up closing my book and listening to the music. I have tried to do some serious reading in bookstores in the past, settling down with my book and a cup of coffee only to be distracted by the music in the store. More than once I have left the store and gone somewhere else to read.Maybe it is because I am a musician that music and books seem to compete for my attention. Now and then I also have to stop reading when I am tempted to listen in on a near-by conversation,at which point I pretend to read:)

Yep. We all have our quirks!

Meiso - I have a dictionary on my Palm pilot that I carry at all times.It has served me well in life!

Like some of you, I also suffer from a bookmark fettish. I like to use interesting postcards containing art work and quirky photography that may or may not pertain to the book I am reading.Sometimes I treat myself to a postcard on display near the check out line in the bookstore.

I also like to tear the perfume sample strips out of magazines to use as bookmarks.That way I get a little aromatherapy every time I open the book I am reading:-D

Here's a funny story. A few years ago I used a blank check from a bank that had gone out of business for a bookmark. I later "loaned" the book to a friend of mine not realizing that the check was still in the book. Several years after that I received a letter in the mail from a stranger and my blank check was enclosed in the letter.The person who sent the letter was concerned about the check until his wife reminded him that the bank no longer existed.The sender thought that it was funny that the blank check had been circling the globe and decided to return it unsigned to its rightful owner. In his letter he went on to say how much he enjoyed the book. Incidently,the book was The Red Tent. I found it ironic that my book and check had wandered from place to place like the nomadic people in the novel! Sadly, my book was never returned. I wonder where it is now.

That is the last time I ever loaned a book to that particular friend. After she read The Red Tent, she donated several of my books to her local library assuming that I didn't want them back.The books were then sold by the library:(

By the way,I bought a book thong yesterday.

Street of Crocodiles - Bruno Schultz