Book-Reader’s Magical Relationship???

I should tell that I’m not really a believer. I don’t believe much in sort of things, which some people might really believe in. But, I believe in my gut which telling me something isn’t going right, for example, and in fact there’s something isn’t right, but it’s hard for me to believe that someone forecast and know what is going to happen tomorrow or the curse which might come to reality or all sorts of things. Okay, in other words I am not superstitious.


But the fact is I kinda realize something that might be rather impossible for such unbeliever (or un-superstitious). I might think that I believe in the notion that book chooses its reader, quite literally. Ha! How absurd is that?


I kinda start having that thought while I am reading Arturo Perez Reverte’s The Nautical Chart in which the main character, Coy, the sailor, stated that book might choose its reader, which, I assume, is well confirmed by my experience of wandering book shelves in the bookshops while having plan to buy some. Well, I read, but I would not buy books, I just bought few of them. I borrowed or rented. But now I buy books, which is nice, because I can really have my own.


Well. Okay, here is the thing!


Couple days ago I went to a coffee-corner bookshop. I bought Sue Miller’s While I Was Gone and Gregory Maguire’s Confession of an Ugly Stepsister, which, obviously, were bought by all of sudden. There’s something in the book while I was wandering the shelf on which the books stand, wait, actually. I just know that I wanted to buy those books. I start to read the synopsis in the back cover, I considered it for a sec, and then I just put it back to the shelf, at first. But you know what the next thing is? The next thing is I turned back to the shelf, and then I re-picked the book up (although I basically never heard before about the author; Gregory Maguire). While with Sue Miller’s I just dropped to the shelf, studying the cover, then just pick that up. Click! Just like that.


I’d wandered almost the entire shelves of the bookshop, of course. Then I just bought the two, because I didn’t feel like other books shouted louder (or maybe they didn’t even shout), which means they didn’t choose me. So the thing is they picked me as their reader, and I kinda feel like fitting the books. I usually feel like I am going to like the book that chooses me and yes I am, except the book that is deceptive, which is really rare.


I somehow think that it’s magical but not haunted or possessed by the spirits or stuff like that, God no! It’s not like that. Well, though I still feel how dumb that sounds to you (even to me). But sure, I’m not crazy, I just… You gotta feel it. I feel it. I mean, it’s like the book tells you, you know, they shout at you more precisely (considering that I had left the shelf on which Maguire’s stood, but then I came back to pick it up. The book must have shouted to make me turn back).


Well, you might think that this is completely ridiculous, but I might say it’s magical, again, and maybe yes, little bit absurd, but I know it (if believing is a strong word, knowing will be appropriately suited). And that doesn’t make me crazy, does it? I’m just following the gut, you know, I am not a quite believer but I believe in my gut, which is usually true, and so are yours.


So, what do you say?