This all rings so true, as if the writer had borrowed my head and let it do the talking. Magic.
I like books. I have a few. Okay, quite a lot of books have found a home with me over the years.
I like books for what’s on the inside, yet I admit to judging books by their covers. A bad cover or title can be hard to get past.
I like real books, the ones that don’t have a lowercase /e/ or /i/ associated with them, ones with pages and ink, books that hold some memories of trees.
I buy books. I buy professional books that inform my teaching. I buy books that are recommended to me by others, or books whose author I know I like, or books that just seem interesting, that maybe leap off the shelf at me. I like to buy in local bookstores, and do. I also buy from online second hand book dealers who probably get some of their inventory from the brick…
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