February 14, 2019

I choose you, inanimate printed book, to be my Valentine

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Franklin Park Library did a similar promotion in 2015. Photo licensed under CC BY 2.0

Today is the great Hallmark day of romance. Call it bullshit, but as a Scorpio, I’ve calculated that I was most likely conceived on Valentine’s Day. So umm, happy conception day to me, I guess. If you need me, I’ll be taking myself to an open table for two, just me one side, slowly melting candle on the other.

But wait, it doesn’t have to be this way.

Nope, the Valentine-less like myself now have an alternative thanks to the Boston Globe’s  Steve Annear who suggests taking a book on a date.

Why stress out by going on a date with someone you met on Tinder this Valentine’s Day when you could stay home and snuggle up with a book you know nothing about instead?

And lo and behold, let there be Blind Date with a Book Day, where according to the article, booksellers, at least those in the Boston metropolitan area, wrap up books in brown paper with ambiguous descriptions written on them. Would you go on a date with “A very ‘Mamma Mia!’ romance”? Maybe you would. Or how about a book that describes itself as being like The Apparitionists?

Tale as old as time, a novel about a crime, try me just this once, even if I’m a dunce, beauty and the book…

 

 

Michael Barron is an editor at Melville House.

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