I adore books. My favorites are those big heavy ones that are full of pictures, the kind that take no more than 20 minutes to look at and read some captions. On Christmas morning I received Vanity Fair's Portraits. It was one of the best gifts ever.
On the other hand I love old stinky books found at yard & estate sales; you know which ones. They have those faded and thick pages, and smell like mold. Once in a while I'll come across a great buy, like something from Steinbeck for 50 cents. Some are in a delicate state, others are just falling apart. Many are classics, others I've never heard of. But then again, I haven't heard of plenty, looking at all those pictures in the coffee table books.....
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