Recently, I have been doing alot of reading; there is something about picking up a book, snuggling in your favorite chair, and getting lost in a story that is very fulfilling. But the majority of time, the time spent not actively reading, I simply enjoy looking at the beauty of the books......the covers. But unfortunately I seem to be old fashioned in my preferences.
Ours is a technological age where e-readers, ipads, and tablets are in every home. We enjoy the convenience of having a library that fits in our purse or pocket. To me, this is a travesty from the standpoint of the very basic nature of reading a book.
Reading is a process, an activity to take you to different places and times, a little bit of imagination with beautiful packaging, and it is sad to see this act of enjoyment being turned into an on/off switch. Say goodbye to that smell (you readers know what I am talking about here); the feel of the pages between your fingers, cute bookmarks, as well as a simple visual statement of form. Yes, these electronic devices can serve as piece of eye candy themselves, but without these other intangible elements, a certain quality of books is lost. How can you enjoy a beautiful book cover it doesnt exist?
Books have an innate beauty that is expressed simply by laying on a coffee table, stacked on your bedside table, or in your bookshelves, they add a sense of life to a space that makes it comfy, relaxing, and homey.
So... here are some prime examples of how books can be a work of art in more ways than one.
Here is my little contribution, I still smile when I see this arrangement on my table...