“On a spring day in 1988…a Massachusetts man who collected books about local history was rummaging through a bin in a New Hampshire antiques barn when something caught his eye. Beneath texts on fertilizers and farm machines lay a slim,… — Allison Hoover Bartlett Copy Share Image
“There was a pair of books, one by Hemingway, another by Thomas Wolfe. Each had written a long inscription to the other. A knowledgeable… — Allison Hoover Bartlett Copy Share
“The difference between a person who appreciates books, even loves them, and a collector is not only degrees of affection, I realized. For the… — Allison Hoover Bartlett Copy Share
“On a spring day in 1988…a Massachusetts man who collected books about local history was rummaging through a bin in a New Hampshire antiques… — Allison Hoover Bartlett Copy Share
“I valued that half-dream state of being lost in a book so much that I limited the number of pages I let myself read… — Allison Hoover Bartlett Copy Share
“After all, much of the fondness avid readers, and certainly collectors, have for their books is related to the books' physical bodies. As much… — Allison Hoover Bartlett Copy Share
“It had a crisp paper jacket, unlike the paper-covered library books I was used to, and the way the pages parted, I could tell… — Allison Hoover Bartlett Copy Share
