Book Fair


Every autumn M and I go to the book fair and every time we buy at least one book. This time there were railways, botany and Turkey, together with a free copy of a family's trip around the world.

I can't wait to immerse myself into Borgesian labyrinth of intentionally blurred and winding sentences which enable a book to start over and over again in front of my eyes, each time taking me with it to its wild serpentines of yearning (if I may borrow certain words from the blurb, even if used incorrectly).




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Vsako jesen greva z M-jem na knjižni sejem in vsakokrat domov prineseva vsaj eno knjigo. Tokrat so naju zapeljale Bohinjska proga, grmovne vrste na slovenskem in Črna knjiga, poleg tega pa še brezplačna knjiga o potovanju družine okoli sveta.

Komaj čakam, da se potopim v borgesovski labirint namenoma zamegljenih in vijugavih povedi, zaradi katerih se knjiga vedno znova začenja pred mojimi očmi. Pustila ji bom, da me vsakokrat vzame s seboj na divje serpentine hrepenenja (če si smem izposoditi nekaj besed z zadnje platnice pa čeprav jih uporabljam napačno).


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