Many many years ago, I went to the library in search of a book a friend recommended. I looked up the catalogue and found that the book was "in stack". Having no idea what that meant, I had to ask. I was a bit scared about asking, given the title, but in a moment of bravery I went and did it anyway. The Marquis de Sade's Philosophy in the Bedroom was mine for the next fortnight...and the librarian blushed as she handed it to me (although I may have been redder than she was by then!).
Since then, I've bought most of my erotic reading - not only because of the embarrassment factor, but because the library held very little. It had 2 of deSade's books at the time, and I was hooked, so I needed more.
Anyway, moving to a smaller town meant even less chance of erotic books in the library, or bookshops. So out of town purchases became my thing.
Then I moved again, but by now e-books had burst open the erotic scene and I've a plethora of reading so I haven't been looking in the library for erotic choices.
Anyway, today I went in for a classic, for my book club reading - a Gabriel Garcia Marquez book. There was a disagreement over whether we'd chosen Love in the Time of Cholera or A Hundred Years of Solitude. So I thought I'd see which I could get out of the library. I've read Cholera before, but it was a long time ago. Neither was there... but there was one called Memories of My Melancholy Whores. I've never heard of it, and no idea what it's like, but it jumped into my hands and I bought it home.
Then when I turned to leave the bookshelf, another book caught my eye. The Penguin Book of Erotic Stories By Women. It has stories spanning a hundred years, with authors such as Isabel Allende, Gertrude Stein, Simone de Beauvoir. So it also jumped into my hands.
Then I did the checkout thing and my slip has "whores" and "erotic" on it. I think I might frame it. It's the most fun I've had in the library for years. I must go and look for more erotic titles! Then maybe they might put in my magnets, or bookmarks!
Since then, I've bought most of my erotic reading - not only because of the embarrassment factor, but because the library held very little. It had 2 of deSade's books at the time, and I was hooked, so I needed more.
Anyway, moving to a smaller town meant even less chance of erotic books in the library, or bookshops. So out of town purchases became my thing.
Then I moved again, but by now e-books had burst open the erotic scene and I've a plethora of reading so I haven't been looking in the library for erotic choices.
Anyway, today I went in for a classic, for my book club reading - a Gabriel Garcia Marquez book. There was a disagreement over whether we'd chosen Love in the Time of Cholera or A Hundred Years of Solitude. So I thought I'd see which I could get out of the library. I've read Cholera before, but it was a long time ago. Neither was there... but there was one called Memories of My Melancholy Whores. I've never heard of it, and no idea what it's like, but it jumped into my hands and I bought it home.
Then when I turned to leave the bookshelf, another book caught my eye. The Penguin Book of Erotic Stories By Women. It has stories spanning a hundred years, with authors such as Isabel Allende, Gertrude Stein, Simone de Beauvoir. So it also jumped into my hands.
Then I did the checkout thing and my slip has "whores" and "erotic" on it. I think I might frame it. It's the most fun I've had in the library for years. I must go and look for more erotic titles! Then maybe they might put in my magnets, or bookmarks!
LOL. Love this story.
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DeleteThanks, Lily. Are you landlined yet?
Cate xo
Half! Phone yes - internet no, not yet. Still on that damn dongle.
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