What Is It About Books?
I’m listening to a book (so far it’s good, but I’ll reserve final judgement for when it’s finished) and in this book a couple of rare books come take center stage for a while. The author describes them in a rich tactile way, making you want to reach out and touch, hold, even caress the books. There is still something about books, an actual physical book, that is pleasing. I love to read books, and I’ll have to admit I like collecting them as well. I have quite an alarming number of eBooks in my collection I want to read, but there is still something mysterious, perhaps bordering on the mystical, about handling a physical book. What is it about books? Why do they hold a fascination with me, and why is it more preferable to read out of a soft bound leather book than an eBook with all the annotation, dictionaries, and bookmark support you could think of. What strange sway do books hold over me (and possibly others)?