
So I love books, not just reading books, I like collecting books. The other day I ran across a book sale and picked up 8 new books. It doesn't matter what kind, I like fiction, biography, how-to, childrens, whimsical it doesn't really matter what. I have to admit I am drawn to a cover; I lovingly display them on my coffee table. There is something about buying a book that feels like you really got something. It seems now days you can find almost anything on the internet, but when you put a book in your hand it weighs something. It is tangible and the content whether valuable or not is apparent. Not in cyberspace somewhere, in your hand. I like that you can never determine the value of a book by it's price. Inside the cover may unfold wisdom, entertainment, or just a good heckle for a bad author. I picked up a random selection of things this time. A book about how to grow vegetables, one about ways to relax, a book about aromatics, one coffee table book about parenting with pictures of cats? Even a couple for a few friends. Silly I know, but I it made me feel good leaving with my heavy bags of words. I am currently reading the smutty award winning novel, "The Reader". Not a book you can't walk away from but definately a page turner. Alas my books in a few weeks will all be textbooks, but I have grown to love them too, even though they probably won't ever win a prized display upon my coffee table.
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