I’m reading, and utterly loving, Slaughterhouse 5 at the moment. But here’s the thing – it isn’t just the words and story I love. It’s the typeface, the cover, the feel of the book, its weight, its texture, its size. I felt the same about Willful Creatures, by Aimee Bender (seriously, I stroked that book!) among a few others (Leading The Dance, The Time Traveler’s Wife, If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things, Love That Dog) but, I don’t know, there’s just something about Willful Creatures and Slaughterhouse 5 that makes holding them – the thing, thinking about it, almost as enjoyable as reading it.
Is it just me?