If I was told to choose
A BUNCH OF BOOKS TO TAKE WITH ME FOR MY NEW LIFE ON A DESERTED ISLAND
I would initially be unable to do it, so overcome would I immediately be with a massive case of the vapors. But after whatever length of time it took me to recover, I would immediately gather my wits and pack. Besides including insect repellent, sunscreen and a claw hammer, practical for cracking open coconut shells, I would sadly bid farewell to books as I love and adore them. Goodbye to the smell of ink, the feel of the page, the small but distinct sound that a hardback makes when it is first cracked open. And, dastardly though it would be, I would purchase an iPad and a heap-load of solar powered batteries, which would allow me access not only to favorite books from my past but stacks of new ones yet to come.
[Editor’s Note: It pains me greatly to inform you that you will never again hear from BJ, as she was sent to the guillotine early this morning.]