Currently, I am sitting on a couch flanked by two stacks of books. One stack is books I've started in the past year and not finished, and one is the nonfiction books that I think my boyfriend would like. I am facing a shelving unit full of hardcover books, which my TV sits on. To the left of that, in the corner, is a shelving unit containing all of my paperbacks, alphabetized of course. In my bedroom, there is a small nook in my nightstand above the drawer. I thought it would be perfect for about 10 old-looking books. My point is that I have rented an apartment in the city, bought a couch and a bed and dressers and lamps and a chair and a TV and my favorite part of all of my new domain is my books. They are the objects of my fascination, portals to other worlds, and as much as I love the functionality of couches and beds and and dressers and lamps, I really really love holding the physical copy of a good book. The physical weight of knowledge - that is what I'll really miss when the abundance of e-readers makes my voracious buying of used books comical. And even then, I'm keeping my books. Go troglodytes!
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