Oh, what glorious creatures you are indeed! Some of you are filled with words waiting for me to devour them. Some of you are filled with blank pages begging me to fill you with my own words and thoughts. Some of you have neat lines and space so I can externalize my upcoming days, weeks, and months. Some of you leave plenty of room for my imagination to run wild. I’ve found artists’ books that bring a new life to an old craft. I’ve found classics that harken back to a time when print literature was a novel concept (pun definitely intended). My life would be incomplete without all of you beautiful, wonderful books.