I am one of those people that loves to read. I do read electronic media, books on my Ipod or information on the internet, but there is something comforting about holding a book.
Perhaps it is the smell of the pages, every book smells differently, according to the age, where it has been, a whole list of criteria on the life of a book, all boiling down to how it smells.
Perhaps it is the tactile qualities – the weight of the book, how tattered and worn it is, translating on how well it has been cared for. A much enjoyed book will look worn in all of the right places – fingers discolor the pages, dog-eared corners marking particularly enjoyable passages.
With more and more people switching to information on-line, my favorite book stores are falling by the wayside, dropping like flies in the cold. These days, my favorite place has to be The Vancouver Public Library.
I think if everyone bought a book a month, there would be a whole new interest in bookstores. All of those little gems with pictures and printing would become important again. Mean time, I go to Thrift Stores to find little gems or wonder.