Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
Monday, October 1, 2018
Books with Hand Feel
I recently re-read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer with my friend Hannah.
When I went to snag a copy I wasn't surprised that my library had several editions of this classic title. I selected the oldest version we owned--published in 1922. That particular copy was old enough that it was from the library shelves of one the predecessor schools that would merge to form the college I work for today ...and we took up our current name in 1947! It seriously pleased me to envision all the people who'd laid hands on it before me. The untold number of students, staff, and faculty who had invested their time between those very pages over the past near century.
And let me tell you. That book was imbued with some solid handfeel. It just felt good in my hand and and it made reading it a true pleasure. The worn spine splayed the book delightfully flat across my palm. The coarse, thick pages are yellowed and splattered with the debris of life--coffee? soil? dinner? The scuffed corners and spine had been buttressed with book tape--complete with the wispy penning of the title down the spine from some librarian of bygone days.
I will read books in basically any format--print books, audiobooks, ebooks, whatever! I just like to read and they're all acceptable to me, albeit in different ways. So while I know that handfeel isn't critical to enjoyment of a book it can certainly be the cherry on top of an already pleasant experience. There is just something about the way some books feels in my hand that will never be fully replaced by either a crisp new print version or my Kindle.
It is like easing into a well-loved pair of shoes. It is just feels right. It just feels good.