Recently
the lovely folk at Foyles bookshop in London asked me to write
something for their website. It seemed like a welcome opportunity to
browse my bookshelves and write about individual books that caught my
eye. As I did so, I realized - not for the first time - that my
affection for the titles in question was often tied up with the specific
copy of the book that I owned. I could recall the circumstances under
which I had bought it, or the reasons why I had gone looking for that
book in the first place. Each copy was a marker, a little milestone on
my progress through life, and while the titles themselves are
replaceable, those particular copies can never be replaced.
Whatever
the merits of ebooks, they simply don't allow the reader that degree of
emotional investment in a beloved object. If you're curious, you can
read more here: http://www.foyles.co.uk/john-connolly
Sunday, June 09, 2013
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