I am a bibliophile. I really should not be allowed to go to used bookshops: I come away with bags of books, some of which I never intend to read. I buy them just to take them home and gloat over them in solitude. This makes the library at Atherton Court (the pretentious name of our unpretentious suburban dwelling) rather overstuffed.
What makes me a bibliophile, and not primarily a reader, is that whole buying-books-I’ll-never-read thing. I cannot resist a book with a lovely frontispiece or a curious list of illustrations. I find that I can frequently resist the text that seems to accompany these artifacts.
I do, of course, read books- when I can’t listen to them instead. But what I really love about books are the things in them other than the text.
Therefore, for my April A To Z Blogging Challenge this year, I will be making and posting single pages of fictitious books. Most of these pages will be front matter or end matter (dedication pages, tables of contents, indices, and so on). This will be similar in some ways to my A To Z of two years ago (click here to view the first of those posts, A is for Arsenic), but it won’t actually be the same.