@allbooklovers where have all the #books gone?

I’ll be honest, I’d never really given much active thought to the history of the book. Books are something that I’m constantly surrounded by, maybe I’ve been taking advantage of the privilege. We all know that man has recorded facts and stories for thousands of years from cave paintings to chiseled markings on stone to long diaries and bestsellers. It’s nothing new that we like to record what we do and how we do it.

Cave painting (http://www.faculty.umb.edu)
Cave painting (http://www.faculty.umb.edu)
Twittering and tweeting
Twittering and tweeting

We just have to take a look at all the social networking sites to see our need for recording our every day lives. We all need to share everything from the mundane to the life changing experiences. I recently wrote about the impact ebooks are having on our bookstores, and I do think it’s a tragedy that this is occurring. But, it’s essential to consider why it’s happening.  Not everyone gets to have a book published, granted, not everyone wants to have a book published and when we spend time looking at the content of specific social network we can see that it’s not exactly works of genius being posted, but we all have this innate need to record/ share what we’re doing.

I should point out that I’m becoming a social media junkie a little more every day. I have account in many sites and actively participate in recording my everyday history and rambles. It does have it’s merits. We’re a society built on instant gratification, and social networking checks all the boxes.  It’s also a reason why ebooks are doing so well. We click ‘buy’ from  our armchair and the book miraculously appears. Instant gratification.

Since writing my post about my disappointing visit to what used to be my favourite bookshop I have thought a lot about books. As a child, I was extremely lucky, I had so many books. We had bookcases and bookcases filled with various stories, facts etc. And, I wonder what it will look like now but maybe more so in a few years for children. Will they have the privilege of seeing and having access to huge bookcases or shelves overflowing with journeys, tales and experiences? Or will they have a small tablet within easy reach? Will the mystery and magic of the story be lost?

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The Story of Rockin’ Gardener

It’s summer and I’m home. Home is a funny word. Being a TCK, I consider many places to be my home, so to clarify I’m in Perth (Western Australia). It’s where I have boxes of stuff, lots of boxes filled with many a forgotten object. Today I made a start going through the boxes, I knew it would be fun and that I would find hidden treasures- books from my childhood, old photos, trinkets and letters and I did find all of those. It has been an afternoon of meandering down memory lane.

So far the most exciting find has been my very first published book! I still can’t believe that I kept it (so, thank you mum for making me keep it and telling me it was really, really good!)

When I was eight years old I wrote a book as part of a school project and the teacher made them into little books, using those plastic spines that slip over pages.

The cover of my very first book.
The cover of my very first book.
The blurb....complete with typos!
The blurb….complete with typos!

You’ll also notice that this was typed on a computer, but judging by the print out…it was an old one! And, the blurb, at times sounds slightly creepy…but who cares! I was eight and I remember absolutely loving this project.

All in all there are seven chapters to this potentially prize-winning book, although it might need some minor alterations first…

Chapter One: Rockin Gardener's Beginning
Chapter One: Rockin Gardener’s Beginning
Chapter 3: Rockin Escapes!
Chapter 3: Rockin Escapes!
Still my favourite illustration from my book.
Still my favourite illustration from my book.

and, not forgetting the all important  last page about the author, or authoress…

About the Author
About me.

Reading this info page makes me laugh. I hate math, always have, so not sure why I said that I like it! This is also not my third book, but I feel there may be a story in “The Fruit Bird”.   What is clear from this is that my literary journey began a lot earlier than I had thought, and it’s funny that I still feel a sense of pride when I flick through this piece of work. I guess some things never change.

Now, I wonder what other treasures I’ll find tomorrow?