This is a wonderful idea, cribbed from Go Fish, who cribbed it elsewhere.
On Sept. 11th, join a “poetical happening” and free a book!
Because a book is a symbol of freedom, sharing and tolerance…
On Sept. 11th, 2003, take a book which is important for you, a book that has changed your vision on the world, write in it a dedication, a few words, or a drawing, and free it!
Leave it on a roadside bench, a bus stop or in a cafe making it available for any unknown reader. In this way, Sept. 11th will be not only an anniversary of tragedy. Together, let us affect this global sorrow with creative and generous action.
A general mobilization from Bruxelles, Paris, Florence, San Francisco, Denver, Chicago, New York, Seattle, Whidbey Island and more. Almost all over the world, readers, artists, writers, poets, and publishers of vision and heart will free books that are important for them on Thursday, Sept. 11th, 2003.
Get involved and tell your friends. Readers, authors, publishers – free a book, because a book is a symbol of freedom, sharing and tolerance.
It’s just Bookcrossing, but without the ID numbers.
I dread the coming of September 11th, in part because I don’t know what I feel. Sad, yes. Of course. But I have more memories of the day than that. My mother went into hospital at noon that day and had surgery for colon cancer. I spent the afternoon in San Luis Obispo, walking around gift shops where stunned clerks listened to radios and watched TVs and seemed personally affronted that I wanted to buy my mother CDs and sweatshirts and robes and flowers. I went to give blood for my mother and found that the donation line was over six hours long. I thought about how 9/11 had always been Dispatcher Appreciation Day. Not that anyone knew it, but I thought, damn. Here goes our holiday. And behind that, always, the solid wall of grief.
When Mom woke up, we watched the news. We turned it off at night, briefly, so I could read Jan Karon’s Mitford books to her. Those, about the idyllic love story of a small town clergyman, were the opposite of the fear being broadcast. I never wanted the hospital TV to be switched back on. I only felt like it would hurt my mother. It was sure as hell hurting me and I wasn’t recovering from being split open. Well, not literally. But we had to watch, didn’t we?
I’m not diminishing the day, and its horrific losses. I couldn’t. It took me a long time to even start getting over it. But listen: I’m going to a writing conference with Mom this weekend. With my mother!
That’s something worth celebrating.
So in honor of the day, and in honor of the best reader I know – I’ll be freeing a couple of books. Wanna join me?
P.S. – Thanks for all the ant tips. They actually got scared by the collective wisdom I was garnering and fled before I had to try ANY of them. At the first rain they’ll be back, though. But what they don’t know is: Now I’m armed! You TRY it! I’m almost looking forward to it. Wait…. Nah.
P.P.S – Bethany’s on the move again!
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