When I was doing my course in Art Education, the teachers would suggest some books for us to read. Some of them were too expensive to buy, so there was a list of the ones available to borrow at the Library and others that we could copy extracts of texts here and there. But there were the very special ones – and every teacher had their own private list – that we had to buy “to build up your own reference library”.
One of them was this one in the picture. I managed to buy it, after saving for some months, the Portuguese version of the 14th edition. I remember sucking from every page like a leech, trying to absorb as much as I could. But the reading is easy and pleasant, something very rare in brick-like books.
The book eventually got lost somehow. I’m not sure if I made the mistake to lend it to someone who decided to keep it, or if I lost it in one of the many house-moves, during the years. Fact is, I didn’t have the book anymore and although the editions were still available at the bookstores, somehow it had slipped to the waaayy back of my mind.
Today I went to the bookstore to browse around and there it was, looking at me. I have a thing I do when I get a book that I really want: I say to myself “if it costs more than so many dollars, then it is staying here.” So I grabbed the book, went through its pages, and there it was, all of that beauty, the price was right and I brought home.
I’ve already opened it, broke the bone, and looked inside. I guess I’m going to have a great time on this Labor Day weekend.