As I sit here and write this, I think back to the time before blogging and how many signed books I owned.
*totters over to the signed book shelf*
The funny thing is that I only had ONE signed book on my shelf prior to about just over a year ago. What’s funny about this is that it took until this year for me to even realize that I had a signed, first edition book on my hands. NO CLUE until I actually read the thing.
The allure of signed books wasn’t something I ever really thought about in the past. I mean, I’d get the books, I’d read the books, I’d put them on the shelf — what would I do with a signed book? But signed MUSIC — oh, I had that in spades! I remember wanting to meet one of my favourite musicians after each of her concerts just so we could chat and I could get something signed. I have signed CD inserts, signed posters, signed setlists, and so many other things. Only from a select few of my favourite musicians, but it was still something that I totally desired. I still love them to this day!
But the signed book — I didn’t even think about getting any of mine signed until last August when I attended my first book signing. Prior to this I had a few signed books on my shelf, mainly from indie authors — most of whom I had met in the bookstore (with varying experiences — I won’t name names but one told me that they wouldn’t write anymore books until they got a movie deal. True story.).
The authors that came to my city were rock stars in my head — Beth Revis, Kelley Armstrong, Veronica Roth, just to name a few. I got my books signed — I think I had 7 books total — and squeed the whole way home. I was so excited to have met some of my favourite authors, some BIG NAME authors, who were so down to earth and just plain awesome.
Since then I feel like I’ve been on a quest. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I get a book in the mail, I check to see if maybe it’s a surprise signed copy. I bounce around the house when a signed book I ordered comes in the mail. It just makes me so super excited that I’m sure my husband thinks I’m crazy.
There was even the day that I took out a Neil Gaiman book from the library — my library — and noticed it was signed. I mean, how freaking cool is that? Occasionally, when I’m at work, I’ll go down the aisle just to look at it because a signed Neil Gaiman would be something I would have framed.
I’m sure this is something that I’m going to be fixated on for a while, but I love it. It’s one of those completely harmless kinds of collections and I personally love to walk by my signed book shelf to see it growing. It makes me happy!
Do you love getting signed books? Do you find that you constantly want to add to your collection?