I've mentioned before that I love books.
My earliest booky memory is of the floor to ceiling bookcases
that lined a living room wall in the Dutch Colonial house that I grew up in.
These built-ins were white painted wood and flanked a window that faced the back yard.
The expanse of jumbled colored spines read as a modern art painting
with your eye seeking pattern within the chaotic exuberance.
Shelves were arranged like a chronology of life,
with little kid picture books on the bottom,
then story books, fiction, biographies, and art tomes,
all the way up to the ceiling where the most valuable,
or least read, pieces languished.
Furniture sat in front of this wall of books,
while the space behind the furniture became a kid's "book fort" of sorts,
a place to secret off to and read.
Such pleasant memories!
Although I read some ebooks, there is nothing like a printed book -
the weight in your hand, the touch of paper,
and the turning of pages.
Hopefully, future generations will enjoy the pleasures of printed books, too.
How about you... are you an ebook reader, library user, or book collector?
Or maybe, you embrace books in any form :)
Happy reading to you!
