flank the doorway, the top shelf stretching across like a crown above the entry. Sometimes, I take as much solace in the spines as I do the stories contained therein. I don’t just love reading books; I love looking at them, almost as if the titles etched down the sides contain the full knowledge of the pages bound within. It’s as though I can absorb the full dramatic weight and entirety of the exploration of the human condition within each of these books simply by reading the title.
