For the first time in my life I’ve thrown a book away… into the recycling bin. The book was Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. And no, it wasn’t because I thought it was bad. I was actually enjoying it, but I had no choice as it literally fell apart.
I had pulled the book from my parents’ bookcase a week before and I knew they had had it for a long time. A glance at the inside cover showed that this soft cover edition was published in 1989, the year of its first publication.
This book had joined my parents on several moves, the last of which was from Switzerland to Belgium. It was also clear that it had been read several times. The blue colour on the spine had almost all flaked away. My mother had recommended it to me years ago and I thought it was time to read it.
But reading was difficult. The moment I read the odd side of the page and flipped it over, the page came lose from the spine. I read the even side and then just threw the page away. I didn’t make such a big deal about this. I would just be the last person to read this loved copy of Pillars of the Earth. All was well for the first sixty pages or so until the pages that I hadn’t read yet began falling out.
It was too unpractical to continue reading it so I chucked it into the recycling bin. Now I need to go to the nearest bookstore and get a new copy. Thankfully it’s still in print.