tulips (and books) in May

During the next several weeks, I will be reading books that have accumulated in these parts for, well, years (some of them).  Sometimes I will offer my thoughts here.  Sometimes I will keep them to myself.  And every single time I pick up a new book it will feel (I know this, from all my decades of reading) that I have never read a book before.  What is a book?  What makes a book?  What is not a book?  I ask myself these questions every time I take one of those "things" into my hands. 





I'll report from the trenches, but only when I have something to say.