|Dad and Josh circa 1976|
I am now in possession of a book that belongs to a friend of mine. He wants me to read a story in it and I have had it for several months without doing so. I want to read the story, dear readers, but I am not careful with books. This book does not have the spine broken and the only way I could read the story is by holding the book open six inches or less. I am afraid even to touch it. When people loan me books, I take the same book out of the library and read that copy, returning the perfect one to its owner.
Books are sacred to me but not SACRED to me if you get the drift. I don't write in books or deface them in any way. But I do open them as far as I can, stick them open-faced on the floor, eat lunch over them. They are an extension of me--I am not an extension of them.
How do you treat your books?