I have long had an obsession with books. Since middle school, at least, I have loved to sit by a shelf and examine the titles, to arrange them, to examine their cover art, to read the summaries and flip through their contents. It has long been my custom upon entering someone’s home for the first time (and indeed upon subsequent visits), to examine the bookshelves. I must admit that I often make judgments based on what I find there, and I am on occasion quite excited by the volumes I discover.
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