I love everything about the printed book. I love book jackets, how sometimes they are shiny, and slick, sometimes textured, and thick. I love when the jacket has a surprise on the inside flap, or even on its reverse side. Or when the actual book cover differs from the jacket in an unexpected way. I love end papers, and title pages, indexes, and paper edges. Sometimes they are rough, and other… times, not. I love maps, and family trees, photos, and images. I love how chapters can be arranged, and tables of contents can be framed. I like the space around the text, and the space between the lines. I like chapter headings, quotes, fonts, and footnotes. I like the author info and photo, the jacket copy, and the blurbs. It’s crazy, isn’t it? And all this before I even get to the story. And then there is the story. Books have changed my life, changed my mind, and changed my attitudes. What’s not to love?
What’s Not to Love?
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