Published on November 27, 2011
One might think that, as a purveyor of fine antiques and other old things, I would be a hard-line purist when it comes to books. Someone who waxes poetic about the smell of old books and the feel of the paper between the fingers. The joy of hours wiled away among tall shelves in dusty bookshops. And so on.
While that aptly describes more than one of my favorite people (and you know who you are), it is actually not me. Not that I don’t love to read, because I do! But because…well, let me explain.
Two things come into…READ MORE