AS A YOUNG BOY, I used to decorate lovely homes for holiday events. Some of those grand homes had books from floor to ceiling. My grandfather had a large bookcase in the family living room too. He once told me that books were like bricks. I heard those words before I was 10 years old and they stuck with me. Whenever I visit the homes of friends, I'm often depressed by the lack of books. No books on tables, no books on shelves. No books. The home interiors seem painfully incomplete. Today, books are under attack by those who think e-books should replace the real thing. Those e-readers are so disposable. Their minimalism conveys content without physicality and sometimes I feel as though when you switch them off, they leave no trace of the cultural objects that they contain. So I'm resolute in my goal to make or buy more bookshelves and to present the books and bound papers of parts of my learning for people to see as they walk through our home. And if they stop and look at the shelves, they may see e-books tucked alongside the leather splines.
I like BookBook too.
