Bad news: My books are in prison! Good news: Their time in the slammer is temporary.
What crime got them “booked” and incarcerated? None!
It’s all my fault. I’m having a beautiful new bookcase built. It won’t be ready for installation until New Years, so my sweet book friends are doing time in twenty-three bankers’ boxes in the spare room. Out of sight but not out of mind.
Woe is me! No Dickens’ A Christmas Carol! No Shelley’s Frankenstein! No Stoker’s Dracula! I’ll just have to watch the movies instead for the holidays this year.
But what a Palace of Tomes awaits my bookish jailbirds! For starters, elegant glass doors to protect them from pesky dust. They will practically leap off the shelves with delight after shedding their prison-issued, striped dust jackets–one of these days.
I miss my wordy friends. We can’t celebrate their jail break soon enough.