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Links 1 through 5 of 5 by Just Mohit tagged bibliophilia

Partly it’s a result of regular reviewing. When you get ten or twenty books in the mail every single day...you start to relax your standards. The life of any one book becomes cheaper.
You start to fold down the pages. You start to write in them, little lines and squiggles in the margins — you have to, otherwise you’ll waste years of your life hunting for that one quote you’re pretty sure was on a right-hand page, about a third of the way through, except it isn’t...
Becoming an author changes your attitude too. Once you see where books come from, and how they’re made, they never seem quite as sacred again.
And yes, on occasion I have thrown a book I hated across the room. I’m pretty sure everybody has. That’s when you find out the books are actually pretty tough — it’s damn hard to break them when you actually want to...
bottom line, books aren’t paintings. They’re meant to be read. And loving books is a little like loving people: when you love them, you always hurt them, too, a little bit.

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By making books commodities, the modern market has stripped them of much of their romantic charm...The ancient ceremony of reading by turning its pages being disrupted by the e-book's clicks and swipes. In the process it distances us from the old magic conjured by books. Books are being replaced by reading...
There are still reasons to write books, of course. It's still an achievement to write one...Also, a book can still give an author control over what's said and how it's received in a way that rivals other mediums. If written expertly, a book can signal to the reader a seriousness and erudition that doesn't apply to every Web page or every newspaper...
But those reasons apply equally to e-books and hardcovers. Which brings me to my ultimate observation about the fallen status of books: Can you imagine throwing a book party for a friend who wrote an e-book? As attendees bought the e-book, what would the author do to personalize and commemorate the event? Sign their Kindles?

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In his essay, "Books Won't Furnish A Room", Joseph Epstein asks himself, "They say books furnish a room but where is it written that they must furnish every room?" and then proceeds to keep just 450 books from a collection of 2000. I'm not going that far (not only do books furnish my rooms, they seem to furnish my life as well) but the sight of unread books on my shelf (on any shelf) that I don't even have an acquaintance with, let alone know intimately, depresses me. Books should be read (and re-read), should be known, should be loved.

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Reading and having books is like wearing clothes. Much of the year, we could go around naked, if we could think of where to keep our keys. But that would not seem quite natural. I would feel abandoned, almost defenseless, without my books. Do others remember, as I do, where they were when they read certain books that changed everything? In a strange way, if I keep the book, I keep that memory. And if I know, or knew, the writer, it’s like keeping a friend nearby.
A good book is an artifact made with passion, study, or struggle. Newspapers are not the same; you may love your Boston Globe, but today’s edition will end up on the bottom of your birdcage. Someone is bound to invent a way of digitizing the paintings of Rembrandt to make possible an image that is better than we could get by gazing at the original. But we still would want to see the paintings. The human touch cannot be digitized.

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But after living in smallish apartments for decades I just spent seven years in a house with a full-size attic, and everything went to hell. Books entered my house under cover of night, from the four winds, smuggled in by woodland creatures, and then they never left. Books collected on every surface; I believe that somehow they managed to breed. Now that I have moved again -- into a house that's not necessarily smaller but that I am determined to keep from being choked with books like kudzu -- I have just weeded out 30 boxes worth: books I won't read and don't need, duplicates, pointless souvenirs.

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