I came across some book poems from the early 1900′s. This one is short and sweet, and would actually make a good sign or whatnot… This book’s one thing, My foot’s another; Touch not the one For fear of the other.1 And this one is rather clever. The man is clearly less impressed with his wife’s preoccupation with reading. He’d...

4/365. Book of Love., originally uploaded by Thomas Åsen. What better present than a book for the holidays? Another stunning bibliophotograph worth...

I saw this picture on Flickr and went on a tangential imaginative journey where such a place exists… a book cafe, a literal book cafe. The Book Cafe. Where you can be nourished, filled to the brim with books. Novel sandwiches and paperback salad. Where all your hungers are sated within the shelved walls of this Book Cafe. A place where you can overindulge...

Books by Zora Cross Oh bury me in books when I am dead,    Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold, And silk octavos bound in brown and red,    That tales of love and chivalry unfold. Heap me in volumes of fine vellum wrought,    Creamed with the close content of silent speech. Wrap me in sapphire tapestries of thought    From some old epic out of common...

One of the nifty things about my Nook is that I am able to download samples of most any ebook. I do this often. I have read hundreds of samples of books and ordered a lot of them. Last week I ordered a sample of “The Scent of Rain and Lightning: A Novel” by Nancy Pickard but hadn’t gotten around to reading it until last night. I read it to my...