Currently reading Susan Wigg's The Lost and Found Bookshop, another attempt to see if a book about the love of actual dead tree books can resonate with me. Despite having been an insatiable reader since before kindergarten, I've never had any sentimental attachment to, or been able to mythologize, the medium. So books that wax lyrical about the magic (whether literal or metaphoric) of a content delivery system seldom click with me. It will be interesting to see if this one is an exception, as The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry was.
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