Neglected Books Anonymous

Remember the Japanese word we wrote about, tsundoku, that literally translates to “the act of leaving a book unread after buying it, typically piling it up together with other such unread books?” Turns out all of those unread books feel rather neglected. We’d like to think they’re convening and discussing how it feels to be forgotten by you, the busy-bee who can’t seem to get around to reading them!

Moderator: “Hello everyone and welcome. I’m so glad you were all brave enough to come here today. I know there’s a lot of work we have to do to get back to 100%, but that’s what I’m here for. I’m ready to listen, to try to understand, and your peers are too. Once again, I’m so happy to have you all here. We’re going to get through this together.”

Book 1: “I know she sees me. She’s not fooling anyone. She’s always glancing over and I don’t like it. I see her walk across the room so many times during the day, but she never acknowledges me. She can pick up that glass of wine, that frying pan, even her keys, but never me. I can’t believe her. I just don’t understand.” 

Book 2: “That baby in their arms gets more time than me! I swear the last time I was held was weeks ago. I wanna be held like that. I want a love like that! They feed it, they clean it, and even watch it sleep! I don’t know how much longer I can go on. I hope they take me to the pawn shop. I’m old, I’m dusty, I’m nothing anymore.”

Book 3: “He will not look me in the eye. He suspects me of something. Something dark! He won’t even look at me to find out. He won’t even sift through my things so he can investigate for himself! I’m not even sure he wants me around anymore. I think he wants to get rid of me. I’m scared.” 

Book 4: “I don’t remember the last time I saw her face. It must have been ages ago. I remember the one- I was young and new. I was wanted by everyone, but lately, things have changed. I’ve gotten old and a little bit grey. I’m bent in places and I’m struggling to sit up straight. I think she forgot about me.”

Book 5: “I got tossed down the stairs once. I…I’m sorry.” *number 5 has pulled out a tissue and clears throat* “Ok. Where was I? Oh yes. She tossed me down the stairs once. She was young and I think it was an accident. I think she was shifting through her bag and I was right there and she got angry about something and the next thing I remember, I was at the bottom of the staircase. She shuffled me around a lot after that.”

Book 6: “It’s dark where I live. Very very dark. I just hear noises, muffled voices and feet moving. It’s kind of cold too. I really wanted to call out to them, but I don’t think anyone knows I’m there, or if they’ll even hear me. I’m taking it day by day. I’m hoping soon that someone will find me there.”

Moderator: “Thank you all for sharing. You are all so brave and we support you all.”


Your books need you. Go read them.


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