Today's post is more of a lament. There is no grudge, anger, hatred against anyone, just sadness.
For those few book lovers out there, I'm sure you are aware that yet another bookstore in Singapore has fallen. This time it is the giant Borders. For me, I've grown up with this passion for books. By that I do not just mean the actual contents of what is written. The way in which the ideas and concepts of the author are out into creative using the awesome tool of language never ceases to amaze me.
However, never neglect the painstaking effort put in by the publishers to design the cover of the book. As we know that in relationships, no matter how people vehemently deny, appearances play a major factor. Thus the aesthetics of a book serves this purpose too. A beautifully designed book may actually lead an avid book lover to explore new genres/authors they otherwise would have never encountered. This is especially essential for budding future book lovers.
Another similarly immense task is that of those who have to condense the book's essense into a riveting summary, be it brief glimpse of an enthralling plot while not revealing to many spoilers, to grab the potential reader's attention. This concept works similar to that of watching the trailers of up and coming blockbusters of the cinema's next season.
I am forever grateful to my parents, especially my father, who cultivated within me the furvour for books. Without his constant trips with me to the AMK and TP national libraries, I would never have been able to view books for the treasures they are.
To end off, the predecessing written word, the Bible, is also a book. Without it all books would have never come to be. Thus, the demise of books as they are, may actually forebode something to come... However, tonight I will just give thanks to God for the Written Word, and all its other descendants. I will always remember how many re-tries it took for me to finally finish reading the Written Word back to back.
I received my first copy of the Bible during primary 6 from my father. Then I had tried to read it, thinking it was no more than "like a mythology collection". I didn't get to the end of Exodus. With the coming years I always tried but never completed it. It was only in the year which I got baptised was I able to complete all of it, though I had amateur understanding. Now I do re-readings of some otherwise verses which I though I had fully comprehended and gain new insight. God's wisdom will always be revealed through the Written Word, which will in turn influence descendants to produce works of a similar kind to praise Him.
May the conductor (God's Written Word) guide all other instruments of the orchestra (books written by other authors, be it consciously or unconsciously influenced by his Word as we are all his children) to perform heavenly music to the audience's ears (the readers). Amen!
