I'm not opposed to Kindles, Nooks, or any other electronic device for storing and reading books. And once I decide I want one of those little machines, I'll probably become a passionate advocate of the e-Readers.
So what is it with the love of books in physical forms? Bookmarkers. Covers and back covers. Feeling the pages turn. Yeah.
Crammed alphabetically by author onto shelves that no longer hold all of them. Stacked on the floor of what I call the "book room". It's ridiculous really.
I've got novels I hated upstairs. Why don't I give them away? It's easy for me to give away non-fiction books. Most of them I don't even finish. It's a rare eclipse when I don't finish a novel.
Being the library for friends and relatives? Listening to their tastes and handing them a few recommendations to take home? Getting them back with their opinions of the adventure? Yeah.
Strange thing about the love of novels in physical form . . .
Father, thank you for the love of literature. Thank you for the talents and dedication of many. May my efforts reflect you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
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