Like a lot of people who do a lot of writing, I love notebooks. Each empty notebook is, in my view, a masterpiece waiting to be written. When I actually start writing, of course, things don’t go to plan, but that isn’t the notebook’s fault.
I like plain notebooks, and leather-bound notebooks, and functional notebooks, and novelty notebooks, and cheap-looking notebooks you buy in supermarkets, and notebooks you find in museum shops that have reproductions of famous (or not so famous) paintings on the covers. I like ratty old used notebooks just as much as I like spanking new pristine ones. I like notebooks full of crinkly handmade paper and plain paper notebooks and notebooks filled with rules or squares. I like big fat notebooks that sit on your desk, and tiny wee notebooks you can slip into a small handbag, but the size I use the most is probably the A6-ish one in which I take notes while I’m watching movies; I have at least one of those in my bag at all times, and if they can be secured with elastic, so much the better.
If I see a nice notebook, or even a notebook that isn’t so nice but which tickles my fancy in some way, I buy it. Which means I have a ton of them. I know lots of other people like looking at notebooks, so here’s a selection. These are from my living-room – I haven’t even started on the notebooks in the bedroom, but maybe one day I’ll get round to scanning those too.
It’s vaguely conceivable that you might also be interested in: