About this site

For years I'd been accumulating my books with the dream of one day building a home with a massive library. Very few of them have been read more than once. I don't read them again for the same reason I don't like to holiday in the same place twice - there are simply too many others that I want to enjoy for the first time.
Since the books I enjoy the most are the ones I share with friends and then get to discuss and debate rather than the ones packed neatly into boxes awaiting their library I've decided to do something different.
I'm giving away my books. This site is now my library. My record of books I once owned and read. And my books are free to travel the world and share themselves with others.
So if you are reading this there's a good chance you have a book I once owned. Please take a moment to let me know where you are and, if you would like to, your thoughts on the books. Most of all though, please enjoy the book and then send it along on its journey.

Monday, December 21, 2009

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver


I loved this book. For the characters, the education and the writing. Oh I loved the writing. It was succinct, powerful and beautiful all at once.

While I enjoyed the writing from the very beginning it wasn't until I started telling a friend about it that I really began to understand the depth of the story. Some things just take awhile to sink in.

The book is the story of the family of an American missionary who find themselves living in the Congo in the late 50s. Told from the individual perspectives of the female family members, the book constantly switches between the voices of the characters and it does it very well. The voices are distinct and clear and so very different. From the extremes of superiority and righteousness of some characters through to the fascination and willingness to immerse of others, the author manages to the paint a picture of the Africa of that time.

One of the things Kingsolver does so well is capture the way we judge others through our own beliefs and norms. The way we give our meaning to things that have no meaning to others:

...with her sad little eyes and wrinkled mouth she keeps shut, morning till
night, while she does everybody's hair. The state of her own hair is a mystery,
since she always wraps her head in a dazzling cloth printed with peacock
feathers. Those lively feathers don't really match her personality, but like
Tata Boanda in his ladies'-wear sweater, she seems unaware that her outfit is
ironic.

The other thing I loved was that she understands the power of less is more. Sometimes non pivital characters can be drawn quickly and clearly with very few words:

Mr Axelroot himself is boring to watch; on a typical day he sleeps till noon,
then takes a nap.

I loved that the book touches on how we reflect on our lives and try to make sense of them as we grow older:


Asking forgiveness. Owning, disowning, recanting, recharting a hateful course of
events to make sense of her complicity. We all are, I suppose. Trying to invent
our version of the story.


I hope you enjoyed it too. Check out the map of places this book has been.


Leave me a comment below with your location (suburb, town or city; country) so that I can add you to the map. Please also share your thoughts on the book.