A Rare Copy

By Audrie Wright

How can you be, literally, what you're not? I wasn't born a book, I was re-born a book. On this 'detour' or 'encore' or whatever this is in relation to my human life, these are the people whom I have met. And whom I shall never forget. When a few of them first met me, I was mostly blank. I was barely hanging on to reality then, terrified that my human existence never meant anything-or even worse-that I had made all of my previous memories up. For subsequent readers, they opened up to thoughts that were horribly scattered; I was so unsure at the beginning why I should create order out of the chaos I believed I was. I realize now, that the whole time I was trying desperately to write my story, I didn't even know who I was. Believe me, it's difficult to write a book when you don't know who you are. And it's even more difficult when you don't know why you exist in the first place. But I'll admit that when I met Sails, all of a sudden I wanted to write everything I could think of to keep her reading me. As I reflect on my time in here, I see that the longing to be opened up to wasn't just a feeling I had in here. It was a feeling I'd had as a human as well: an unrelenting desire to be found. As a human, I would do anything I could to keep my friends-and even strangers-'reading' too. Now that I am bound to this form, it just makes my wanting to be found, well, more apparent. I sat on Alexia's floor for weeks, and I think I sat on her bookshelf for months after that. I can never be sure, but I believe I'll find out someday. I've learned so much from everyone. Even the ones that I didn't mean or set out to learn from. I'm not sure if another reader will come along. I'm always hoping, but I really have no way of knowing. So in the meantime, I'm finally forcing myself to write my story. Officially write my whole story. The story I began writing the first moment I realized I had been changed from what I was, into what I wasn't. What was in disarray and jumbled at first, I hope to finally have found a new and better order. What has become obvious now, is that I have become such a compilation of other peoples' thoughts and experiences. Sometimes when I read the words written inside of me, I lose track of where theirs end and mine begin. I never thought most of my 337 pages would be about them, but I've learned it's difficult to write about yourself. I just have to hope now that my story will come through in how I spoke of them. Because one of the main things I've learned about myself in here, is that in order to know me, you have to understand how I knew them. Their marks shaped me, and they helped me become who I am. They brought me to life, and I learned, that by reading them, I was able to read myself.So this is the most recent version of everything each one of them, in some shape or form, heard from me, inspired within me, surrendered out of me, learned from me, and taught me. Ultimately, for many different reasons and in many different ways, this is the new me. The me, I never knew. If you were a book...what would you be about?A RARE COPY is a philosophical-fiction novel about the meaning of life. It asks us why we want to know others and be known ourselves. It's the story of a girl who turns into a book, a transformation that unexpectedly forces her to confront her own assumptions about human existence. As she passes from reader to reader, she sees that she is deeply connected to a greater story than she had previously imagined. By immersing herself in the lives of her readers, she learns to reevaluate herself and her world, and ultimately begins to understand the purpose of the life she's been bound to live.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1491037334
• ISBN13: 9781491037331
• Release Date: July 2013
• Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• Length: 337 Pages
• Weight: 1.16 lbs.
• Dimensions: 8.3" x 0.9" x 5.8"