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Favorite book stores and changing reading habits.

There are so many bookstores I have visited in my life and have enjoyed them all.  When I was growing up Waldenbooks was my favorite haunt.  I spent many a happy hour and blew most of my money there, well I loved the arcades back then too.  I loved getting a gift certificate for Waldenbooks for Christmas.  Book stores, new or used, were my home away from home.  The rush of getting a new pile of books and deciding which to read.  Things haven’t changed really, just the stores themselves.

Waldenbooks gave way to Border’s and then gave way to Barns and Noble.  When I moved to the other side of the pond and lived in Ireland for a few years, small independent book shops were  my new home away from home.  I loved spending a wet and dreary Saturday afternoon perusing aisle after aisle spending hours on end deciding which new book to buy.  As I became unemployed and money became tight used bookstores became a saving grace for my voracious reading appetite.  Another move, another country and store names changed but my book buying habits becomes more strained.  The only major bookstore in England very rarely had the titles I was looking for and I became disillusioned for the first time in my book buying lifetime.  I turned more and more to Amazon to get the books that interested me.  As time went by I missed looking through a bookstore.  When Kindles came along I immediately bought one.  I figured I was buying most of my books from Amazon and living in a small house with limited shelf space the Kindle became my go to way to read.  Slowly as time went buy I bought less and less paper books.  I found the cost of a DTB more expensive than the kindle versions and I couldn’t justify spending £10 for a paperback when I can get the same book on Kindle for half the price if not less.

Now I only buy a hardcover if it is a book I truly love, or I am going to a book signing. In saying that I have discovered a bookstore that I have fallen in love with, not with the same intensity of previous bookstores, but one that makes me happy.  There are only three of these stores in the country, I have been to two of them.  The reason why I love it, they sell various signed first editions of books.  I now get signed copies, if they have them that is, of books I have enjoyed and would look nice on my self.  I usually get to one location at least once a year, the prices aren’t cheap but finding a signed copy of a loved book is wonderful.

My buying habits have changed, the format I read has changed but my love for books hasn’t….. But I do miss spending a rainy Saturday perusing the aisle of a bookstore that grabs at my heart, and my wallet.

 

 

The Forgetting By Sharon Cameron

Nadia lives in the city of Canaan, where life is safe and structured, hemmed in by white stone walls and no memory of what came before. But every twelve years the city descends into the bloody chaos of the Forgetting, a day of no remorse, when each person’s memories – of parents, children, love, life, and self – are lost. Unless they have been written.

In Canaan, your book is your truth and your identity, and Nadia knows exactly who hasn’t written the truth. Because Nadia is the only person in Canaan who has never forgotten.

But when Nadia begins to use her memories to solve the mysteries of Canaan, she discovers truths about herself and Gray, the handsome glassblower, that will change her world forever. As the anarchy of the Forgetting approaches, Nadia and Gray must stop an unseen enemy that threatens both their city and their own existence – before the people can forget the truth. And before Gray can forget her.

 

Canaan is a walled city somewhere, who knows where to be honest.  Every 12 years an event called the Forgetting occurs in which everyones memories get wiped out.  In order to protect their memories everyone must write in a book  everyday detailing what happened on any given day to be used to ‘recover’ their lost memories.  Each person keeps their book with them and the truth must be written down.  Each time a book gets filled it’s put into a place called The Archive.   Nadia seems to be one of the very few and very rare people who keep their memories after the Forgetting.  Sounds like an interesting concept doesn’t it?  Well to be honest for me there are glaring plot holes that just made me give up on this book.

Ok, so if everyone loses their memories and they have no idea who they are, well then how are they supposed to know who’s book is who’s?  If you are in a family of 4, mother,father and two daughters…. just how do you know which book is yours to begin with if you can’t remember who you are?  That is the first thing that bothered me.  Also Nadia starts off as the daughter of the planter, but she becomes the daughter of the dyer.  Now what happened is that during the first Forgetting that Nadia remembers her father gives her a false book and said father decides it’s time to get out of the life he is in and takes advantage of the Forgetting to get a new life.  Well if everyone writes down what happened during the day then somewhere someone must have written that Nadia was the daughter of the planter and not a dyer, that is the first thing.  Second is that everyone forgets everything but somehow everyone can remember the job that they do. Now if you forget who you are, who your family are and everything, how would you know how to do your former job? Now you could hypothesise that everyone could go to the archive to retrieve their previous volumes of their ‘memories’ and if that is the case then why the Forgetting?

Now to be honest I didn’t finish the book.  These glaring plot holes just bothered me too much to carry on reading it, that and it was pretty dull as well.  Maybe some of the questions I have are answered later on and then again maybe they aren’t.  either way it wasn’t holding my interest enough to carry on reading.  It’s a shame cause it seemed like an original concept.

DNF

Crash