Well that’s what I am!

A bookkeeper that is. Some say I’m a librarian, or even, god forbid, a salesman, but I am a bookkeeper. I keep books.

From the 21st century hardback where the author’s name is printed bigger than the title, to a leather-bound tome with yellowing pages and no title at all – each book I read, I shelve and I wait with.

Time waits for no book. So many have been lost to history, succumbed to the ravages of war, shipwreck, disaster or simply the passing aeons – jackets crumbling in a papery grave.

I wait with the survivors, the classics, and even the fresh-faced efforts of the blogging phenomenon. I remember the word-sculptors, and I catalogue all those that followed, waiting.

Almost is the longest word with all letters in alphabetical order. You will probably yawn within five minutes. Bookkeeper is the only word with three consecutive pairs of letters. I read that somewhere.

And now the bell above the door is ringing, and maybe in ten minutes I will have a little less time to wait.