Rescued Books

Every time I pass by a book left randomly on the street, I evaluate it quickly – is it lost? Meant to be picked up by another person? The fallout of an angry mind? I think that if you love books, you are always at least open to rescuing them.

So when my phone buzzed softly, I did not wait before picking it up to read the text message. I knew it would be Kelly, because the timing was perfect. She had just headed downstairs with the recycling. I knew she had found something of interest.

Her message appeared in a soft yellow box: “There are books down here including cookbooks.”

Me in my Crocs on the ocean floor. You can find the Flower Pot Rocks in New Brunswick.
Me in my Crocs on the ocean floor.

 

I dressed quickly, throwing on my Crocs still muddy from last weekend’s walk on the ocean floor, and headed down to the recycling area to see if there weren’t a few books that I could rescue. Kelly had already chosen a couple of books: Opposite the Tour Bus by Sophie Walker and Wild by Cheryl Strayed. Sophie’s slender book of poems is signed, Cheryl’s popular novel is not.

I started digging through the books, and managed to find a few books of interest: William Burroughs’ The Soft Machine, Tina Fey’s Bossypants, Charles Bukowski’s The Flash of Lightning Behind the Mountain, and a signed copy of ReFresh, a cookbook by Ruth Tal. Kelly also found a book of Toronto art galleries, Art/TO 2015.

The book titles recently rescued. Plus the camera.
The book titles recently rescued. Plus the camera.

Oddly, there was also a digital camera in a bag of books. An older Canon, it had batteries that expired in March 2016, and a storage card with a few dozen photos from 2007. Amid the baby photos and London double-decker buses were some photographs of books. A strange collection of images indeed. We don’t know who it belongs to, but will keep the images on the card for a while, in case the owner realizes they made a mistake and puts up a notice asking if anyone has them.

But the books will remain ours, rescued as intended (just like the cat) and now part of our home.

Reading from a rescued book of poetry called Opposite the Tour Bus
Reading from a rescued book of poetry called Opposite the Tour Bus

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