2010年11月20日星期六

阅读ing

假期也有段时间了,我依然不清楚自己要做些什么。迅速地扫描着自己的“迷你图书馆”,我发现有些小说好像只读了一次,就不再翻阅了。

突然,《The Shadow of the Wind》的一席话闪过了我的脑袋;

This (Cemetery of Forgotten Books) is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone stops his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens. This place was already ancient when my father brought me here for the first time, many years ago. Perhaps as old as the city itself. Nobody knows for certain how long it has existed, or who created it. I will tell you what my father told me, though. When a library disappears, or a bookshop closes down, when a book is consigned to oblivion, those of us who know this place, its guardians, make sure that it gets here...

世上真的会有那么一个地方吗?

未来的十年、二十年,我家收藏的小说又会在哪里呢?

我的视线不知不觉地停留在吴若权的长篇小说《你知不知道我好爱你》。这本小说,我是通过星洲日报的副刊内的小说专栏读完的。由于故事太精彩的缘故,哥哥在书展将它买了下来。可是,过后我们俩都不曾重温这个小说。

有可能是觉得愧疚的关系,我开始了阅读的旅程。故事的曲折及精妙的插曲令我不得不一口气将它读完。散乱的记忆也随着故事的进展渐渐清晰了起来。

真爱或许真的需要勇气,不然等待我们的,或许只是无限的遗憾。

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