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I’m acting on a nudge from Sheila today, over at Book Journey. She did a lovely post about her very most treasured (physical) book, and asked her readers what they treasure. I found her story of her father’s death,and the loss of most of his possessions, very touching and very (obviously) sad, and I was relieved to find the good reason why she’s never read her most prized and treasured book: it’s a Vietnamese/English dictionary, thus not the sort of thing you read cover to cover. Got it. At any rate, it got me thinking.

I think it’s probably obvious that I treasure physical books. Most reading-bloggers undoubtedly do! Even those who have embraced e-readers (and I haven’t, yet, but all things are possible and I’m not ragingly anti) feel the value of “real” books. I love books. But my most treasured? I think, like Sheila, my favorite books came from my parents. I don’t have as striking a story to go with mine as she does (and thank goodness, I still have both of my parents) but I do have a small collection of older editions that I am very fond of, and will be very sad when they finally, completely fall apart. Like these:

I think my very most favorite is the battered hardcover copy of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, on the bottom.

Sheila, thanks for asking!

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