Bookish Beauty


I hear ya, Mr. Jefferson.

I love the feel of the pages.  I love the way the covers distend to display their wares.  I love the weight of them in my hands.  I love the smell of an old, leather-bound classic – musty and wise, they smell of secret reminiscences of  readers in days of yore.

And I love their words.  Thousands of them, ants scurrying for the last crumb of communication on every page.  Spilling over each other in their awareness of self-importance – each one bears the weight of its own missive in silent dignity.  Together, they tell of castles and knights and goblins and princesses.  Places and spaces and ideas and plots.  Opinions and perspectives and cultures and history.  And stories – always, amazing stories…

Stories can entertain.  They can enlarge understanding.  They can inform, encourage, energize, enlighten, inspire.  They can draw out tears.  They can provide a mirror to your soul.

They can be oh, so beautiful.

And one Book surpasses them all in its life-changing power.  No other Book can create the desire to become a better me.  No other Book can impart hope and courage in the face of terrible trouble.

“All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives.  It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right.” II Timothy 3:16 NLT


What do you love about books?  How does their beauty touch you?  How have you felt and experienced the beauty of The Good Book?