Why I can’t stop reading my books.

Of course, why would I want to stop? That’s why they surround me in almost every room, unorganized, overflowing, as familiar as family photographs.

They are part of my family of choice. The books I display are not most obviously books I have worked on recently. More and more, those are on my iPad, and with me everywhere, which is probably what I most adore about ebooks.

New, old, unread, forgotten. It doesn’t matter. I love them unconditionally. I cannot imagine not wanting to revisit any of them at least as often as I see friends who live on the other side of the world.

Before there was the World Wide Web, there were libraries. If we ever lose them to the always — and intentionally — ephemeral Web, we will be the orphaned.


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