This weeks Top Ten Tuesday theme is Books I Refuse To Let Anyone Touch. This one was suggested by blogger Savannah Grace over at Scattered Scribblings. I will tell you now, there will be only one. While I have many books you better be extremely careful with if you decide to take them off my shelf, I’ll allow you to touch them. I’m also particular about folded corner (a big NO!) or purposely cracking the spine (a big HELL NO!). But there is truly only one book that you better not even look at askance. A special book my husband surprised me with for Christmas years ago. Once the wrapping paper came off I didn’t even want my own fingers touching it, although it was a close CALL with my tears dripping down my face.
First, a sneak peek. This is just a portion of one of my book shelves. I think this makes it obvious that I’m a huge Stephen King fan. The paperbacks on this shelf have all been read, and even loaned out now and again. The hardcovers, not so much. Again, they can be touched and admired…but those books have never been cracked open wide enough to even read them.
After seeing the above picture, I’m sure it won’t come as a surprise that my untouchable book is a Stephen King classic. One that his die hard fans have loved for many years and has been getting more mainstream recognition since the movie with Idris Elba came out a couple years ago. That’s right, it’s The Gunslinger. The first story in his epic Dark Tower series.
This edition is from Donald M. Grant published back in 1984. Is it the most rare edition? Nope. But it is a collectors item that my husband did a lot of research to find for me in a time we didn’t necessarily have a lot of extra cash. It was gifted to me during a Christmas season we had agreed to not exchange gifts ourselves so we could get our boys the things we wanted to get them without hurting our checkbook. For that reason alone it is priceless to me.
My husband is not a reader, never has been. But he has always supported my reading. He has always patiently wandered around book stores while I forgot there was anyone even waiting for me. He pays attention when I talk about the stories I’m reading. He pays attention when he sees me looking at the same book more than once and returning it to the shelf because I have a hard time spending money on myself. He pays attention when he knows my library books are due and I forget. So more than an ode to my untouchable book, this is an essay on love. My love for my husband and the love me gives to me.