I love books. I love seeing them on shelves, in stacks, as decorations, you name it. I even like to read! (gasp!)
I like paperbacks for reading, especially if I am going to read a fairly recent work. But my real love is hardback books. The older the better.
Today, Grau and I went to an antique store and we noticed it was closed. Or at least it appeared closed as the gate to the parking lot was shut. So in my effort to turn around, I spotted a used book store. With 90,000 books in it! Holy Moly! I was in heaven.
They had the complete works of Dickens...the OLD ONES! Of course, I cannot afford them, but I can dream. I did, however, find two books I had to have. One is a 1896 book on Patent Law, the other a 1931 New Elementary Latin book.
I will probably only read the Latin book, but the patent law book looked very interesting. And old. I love it when I can find old books on interesting topics, in good shape, that are priced where I can afford them!
I would love to someday build my own home and have an old English library in it. Ah, to dream, perchance to live....