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?