In 1994, when I learned how to read I understood suddenly what it meant to be alive.
Reading allowed me a freedom. It was a passport to new worlds beyond my wildest imaginings. It was a blessing.
It would eventually come to be a curse on my wallet, until I discovered libraries and the book section at local thrift stores.
The rise of the internet made it easier than ever to find books, but I still prefer the paper and ink versions.
Now, I extend my love of books beyond just the printed word and to everything that comprises them; cover design, font choices, and all the other little details that make a book exist in the world.
This is a blog about books, in all their forms – whether it be the story on the inside or the story on the outside.