Bibliophiles -- which most authors are -- hate the idea of dog-earing a page in a book to keep our place. We love our bookmarks. We take them and keep them and use them. We also give them away to get the word out about our books.
At mystery conventions (and other genre conventions, I'm sure) bookmarks are everywhere. Fans collect them and writers exchange them like business cards. A lot of them probably end up in the garbage, but I save almost all of them. Postcards, not so much. But I've been collecting bookmarks for over thirty years, and throwing one away, even if I know it's just a piece of promotional material, is hard for me.
My collection includes bookmarks made from silver and ivory, leather and lace, fabric, paper and plastic. They're printed, painted, dyed, embroidered, laser cut and stamped. Some of them commemorate places I've been -- the Sherlock Holmes Museum in London, for example, or the Dublin Writer's Museum. Others advertise bookstores, a few of which are sadly no longer in business.
This poster in my office has many of these last. The folks at the Tattered Cover in Denver would probably laugh at this ancient version of their bookmark.
These beaded beauties are my favorites right now. My aunt made the two on the left, and the one on the right was made by a friend's sister.
Currently my bookmarks are in:
I have always enjoyed Box's Joe Pickett series. The Wyoming setting appeals to me, as does the main character who is a Fish and Game Warden. When Box won the Edgar for Blue Heaven, I had to give it a try. And he lives just across the state border from me, so in a way I'm "reading locally." So far it's a terrific read.
For my non-fiction fix, I'm reading Joseph Parent's Zen Golf: Mastering the Mental Game. I figure maybe it will help me master the physical game, too. We'll see...
Unscrewed is the first of Greiman's books that I've read, and it's funny as all get out. Which doesn't surprise me since Lois was as well, when we met at Bouchercon last October.
What are you reading these days?