I'm looking across at my bookshelves and thinking about the journey each of these books has taken to get here. From the text itself: built of experience, imagination, craft and perseverance of the author; to the book as object: designed, printed, weighed, measured, stored, shipped, sold and now placed among some odd shelf-fellows between the cheeseplant and the lamp.
I've read a few of these books more than once, but most of them I'll only read a single time. Some I'll never get around to reading at all. I'm ok with that. There are paths I may never walk, but I'm still glad that they're there.
