QUESTION: Who else feels this same way about books?
“From the time I began to read, as a child, I loved to feel their heft in my hand and the warm spot caused by their intimate weight in my lap; I loved the crisp whisper of a page turning, the musky odor of old paper and the sharp inky whiff of new pages. Leather bindings sent me into ecstasy. I even loved to gaze at a closed book and daydream about the possibilities inside.”
Rita Dove, poet and author. She served as the Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1993-1995.