To hold a book in your hand: off topic

This little film was found by my friend Cindy who is a school librarian in Canada.  She often finds many wonderful creations made of books, but this time she had one about books.

There is a bit of controversy about the new book readers, and I do admit I use the free software from Amazon to help save money on the cost of owning books, and yet…  sitting and reading at my computer will never supplant the feel of a book in my hands.

There is a certain mystique about the bound volumes.  I believe for me it is the scent of old ink on yellowed and dog-eared pages that bring me back time and again to the old favorites on my own bookshelf.

Then there is the library.  Oh how I love the vastness of a library, the stacks and the sheer volume of their contents, the perfume of ink and paper all bound in cloth or leather, and the quiet solitude in which to revere the old tomes.

Image:  Library, El Escorial, Spain via APTM (click photo for source)  

What a beauty!  But perhaps too big?

Oh!  Now this is just perfect!  Image:  Rodrigo’s library via Your Shelves (click photo for source)

When I taught, I used to tell my students to treat all books with care.  I told them that books were like old friends that could tell you stories, and that any time you’d like you could go back and read the story again.  I told them that through the pages of a book they could learn anything, go anywhere, and discover new ideas and information to make them smarter, more wise.   Many listened and they soon discovered that a good book on a favorite topic could make you magically learn to read… or so it seemed to them.  Suddenly reading wasn’t a chore, it was fun and it became a favorite pastime.

Somehow, I believe that no matter how many books you can cram into that little flat handheld screen, it can not replace the hunt through the stacks for an old favorite.  Perhaps the one in which you discovered to read all by yourself, or the one you got for your birthday from Grandma and Grandpa.  Or one a good friend gave to you because they knew you loved it so much.  No, that is not the same at all.

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The Fantastic Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

 

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Thank you Cindy for providing the seed for my post today! 

Once Upon a Time in the West: the bookmobile

A friend of mine, Cindy,  recently posted a vintage photo of an early Bookmobile.  Seeing it brought back a cherished memory of the second grade at Howard Elementary…

I loved going in and finding books on archeology and stories about historical Peoples.  The first time I tried to check out one of these fascinating tomes the lady in charge challenged me saying, “You’re too young to read that book!  That’s for the big boys and girls in High School.”

“I can read it!”  I boasted.  Whereupon she sat me down and made me read a few pages to her.  I think I surprised her.

“OK” she said, “Now tell me about what just happened in the story.”

When I had finished explaining about what the little cliff dweller boy in the story had been doing and thinking, she let me have the book, and any others I wanted after that.

I was eight.

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Yes, I remember the Bookmobile, though maybe not this far back!

Photo Credit:  http://librarianista.tumblr.com/  via Cindy’s post at http://schoollibrarybeyondsurvival.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/early-bookmobile/

Thank you Cindy for helping me find my voice today! 🙂