Tag: Folio Books

Of Small Joys: Beautifully Illustrated Books from Folio Society

“Go order some books to cheer you up”  The husband said to me a few days ago.

He knows I’ve been in a bit of a slump (although that is a big understatement of what I have been really feeling lately) ever since our house move got delayed and he also knows what makes me happy.  I don’t really want to talk about it just yet.  Emotions are still raw and high, in spite trying to move on from the heartbreak and disappointment of it all. One of the reasons why I don’t really want to write about it here is that we’re thinking of suing and I just don’t want to complicate matters even further.  Let’s just say things are just a bit delayed.  And yes, I need cheering up, badly. Goodness knows we all need it.

And yes, I did as I was told and bought myself a book.  I don’t have any vice.  Like a lot of women I do like shoes, bags and clothes, but don’t really indulge in them so much.  If I had one vice, that would be my love for Folio books.  I love their beautifully illustrated books, especially when they come through the post.  I love the box and how they lovingly package all their books and the little details that come with it like the name of the person who made all this possible.

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I think it’s the little details like this one, that makes a costumer really happy and would make them keep coming back for more.  Admittedly their books cost more than a regular paperback or even a hardcover from your usual high street bookstore like Waterstones.  I think that’s what makes them even more special.  You buy these books as a treat, or on a special occasion, or when you’re feeling like shit and just want to feel a little bit better even though deep inside, you know that this is all just  superficial.

And yet, you still give in and even though the husband gave me the go-signal to splurge, I only ordered one from the March 2016 collection which is the selected poems of the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova whom I used to read when I was in my 20s.  You can’t really find much of her works in regular bookshops.  My only copy of her poetry was a thin one, bought in a poetry bookshop in Hay-On-Wye, the town of books in Wales a while ago before T was born, so was really pleased when Folio books came out this month with her poetry.

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And as always the Folio society didn’t disappoint me.

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The book came with its usual slip-cover and a lovely photo of the poet.

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This time though instead of beautiful illustrations which the Folio books are known for, it came with photographs of Anna Akhmatova and places that have importance to her and her work.

All our books have been packed away and I can’t bear to unpack them, especially since we are still hoping to move soon.  I can’t wait to be able to take them all out one by one, and to put all of them back on our shelves where they belong, not in those awful boxes.  Soon …

What about you?

What are the little things that make you happy, especially when you’re going through a really difficult period in your life?

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On Blogging, Vices and a few other Bits and Bobs

On Small Joys

“For you mummy!”  T will say as she comes back from her walk, once again, with an offering of flowers she’s picked for me.  Last Sunday, it was a hydrangea pictured above.  I put it in a used tin can of sweet corn and it’s now sitting on my kitchen window.  Seeing it there makes me smile and my heart is full.

On Blogging

I’ve mentioned it on twitter, I’m about to go self-hosted and move from wordpress.com to wordpress.org.  A friend of mine recommend a good-affordable host, so I’m going with them.  But I’m not a techie you see.  I don’t know anything about htmls, they actually give me a headache, a bit like numbers 😉  But I’m rolling my sleeves on this one and hope for the best and that I don’t mess it up and lose all my files.  Not doing it yet though, I’m still mustering the courage to do it and no, I’m not being melodramatic.  I’m genuinely nervous about doing it on my own, in spite friends and family telling me, it’s really not that difficult.

This doesn’t mean though that I’m going to suddenly go all gung ho on my blog.  As much as I would like to be active just like the others (I’ve read so many blogging goals post for this year).  But the thing is, blogging has always been something I like doing, it’s my “me” time.  That’s probably why going all serious about it is a big turn-off for me.  I’ve been blogging on and more than fifteen years already, mostly as an anonymous blogger, I still am, well  sort of, but I like it this way.  I love the blogging community.  I’m friends with a lot of lovely bloggers online and I love it.  But attending conferences and being “out there” isn’t my thing.  Maybe I should add at the moment, things may change, you’ll never know right?  The only blogging goal I have is to try to write more when I can.

On Reading

Like blogging, I’ve been really slow about consuming my book pile.  Before T, I was a voracious reader.  As a child, it was my escape.  Perhaps, “escape” isn’t the right word to use, because I had a fairly happy childhood.  But I loved immersing myself in a book and it looks like little T is the same.  Before the Christmas break, I purchased some really beautiful books with the Folio Society.  The illustrations are just pure art with vibrant colours, each scene jumping at you and the characters become alive.  Most of the books I ordered were classic Russian authors like Pushkin pictured below.  It’s a collection of short stories called “The Queen of Spades”.  I am loving every page.

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When the books arrived, I opened them with care, ran my hands through the pages and inhaled each book, as if I was cooking a meal and was checking the aroma. It was good.  It smelled good and looked really handsome, some of them even had their own slip-case.  It wasn’t surprising that when Folio books sent me an alert that they were on sale, I ordered another one of Pushkin’s book, Onegin.  I can’t wait.  This is becoming an expensive vice.  I ought to control myself.  I’m lucky my husband shares the same passion, if not, I’d be in trouble.

On Journal Writing

I’m still struggling on that one.  Yesterday, I wrote my first entry.  And it was a few paltry lines.  Pathetic – really.  I ought to write more.  But it’s been a struggle the past five years.  I wonder why.  Surely it’s not because of motherhood?  But I will persevere.  Journal writing is important to me.  I want to be able to do it, like I used to – instinctively.  I want my voice back.

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Do you have a vice?

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Do you feel the need to curb it?