I released my first book as a bookcrossing book last week. I have always wanted to do this although it was strange leaving something in public...I was more concerned someone would see me. I don't think anyone did.
The book in question was Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels, and I left it in Abercrombie Square in Liverpool, right in the middle of University land. Its a really nice place to sit when it is sunny. Feeling a kind of surrogate maternalism towards the book, I responsibly left it on the seat in the pagoda in the middle for someone to find. It has gone, so someone has picked it up and I hope they enjoy it.
Psychologically I found it a bit strange, preferring to donate books to Oxfam, inside and out of the weather, to be bought by a fellow book lover. This felt reckless, irresponsible. I worried about the book (it was in a plastic bag from BookCrossing), would someone take it? Would a thug tear it up for fun? The whole reason I released this book was because, although appreciated, I did not love it. Someone else might! It was the only way I could leave it. Anyway, someone has it, a reader who visited Abercrombie Square.