Annie Spence’s collection of letter to books might be considered strange to some people, but anyone who loves to read will understand it perfectly. There are books you love, books you hate, and books you’ve simply drifted away from over the years. Spence addresses them all as she encounters books in the stacks at her library, in her personal collection, and in strangers’ houses as she tags along to parties.
Spence’s sense of humor runs along the same lines as mine, meaning I really enjoyed her snarky jokes. I feel like I am, in every way, the target audience for this book. Also, I’m considering going back to school for my Library Science degree, and Spence really makes me want to follow through on that, if for no other reason than to shout “I dispense information to the masses!”
There are things I didn’t love about the book. There are a few spoilers thrown in here and there, mostly minor ones, and probably for books you’ve already read, but still. It’s the principle, Spence. You’ve gotta warn people about things like that.
The second thing, which is in no way Spence’s fault, is that I get the sense that our taste in books is just different enough that I’m not sure how applicable her recommendations are to me. That’s not to say that I didn’t find my fair share of titles to add to my to-read list, but I’m a little uncertain of how they’re going to turn out for me.
I’d give this book a very solid four out of five stars. It misses out on five mostly because, as much as I enjoyed reading it, I don’t think it will be as enjoyable the second time around.