Of books, in all their unprecedented glory,
I sing. Oh my God, how I love them. I
give thanks for having my own library!
And at night, when I'm rather forced to
read in an electronic, night-lighted
implement, I cringe. The heft isn't the
same and certainly there is no rather
wondrous, magical scent of book to
stimulate the mind! No, I rather hate
those. I want a proper book to read! One
that I can throw, should the need arise.
A page that can be turned down to mark
the spot, words to be wondered over and
a dictionary at the ready. I want to be able
to underline my fave passages . . . to be
carefully copied hours later when daylight
graces the horizon. Yes, give me books
and I'll just throw away my whatever, I
promise!
oh give me a book
santa are you listening
to hell with the nook
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