I have always loved books, the real kind, the ones you can touch, feel, flip through pages and underline special paragraphs with a pencil. I love the tactile experience of handling them. I come from the pre-digital technology generation and even though I understand the advantages of a digital book; to me, there is nothing quite like the feeling of holding a real book between my fingers.
I have acquired them through the years, one by one and at 55 now, have managed to build quite a collection. Even though most of them just sit there in my bookshelf, they all have a story. Some have faded, and some are not quite as meaningful as they once were, but they are all part of my life, they are reminders of the person I have become. Through this blog, In the next few posts, I would like to share some of them with you.
