More experiences while reading: a wonderful binding and the perfect letter bookmark.

[juushika]

In contrast to the last I read, the book I'm reading now is a pleasure to hold. It's a 350 page mass market paperback from Roc, small but moderately stout; it's gently worn, enough to smooth the edges and crease the spine, enough that the book feels soft in the hands and opens easily. That it's also a much better book also improves my reading experience, but there's something also to be said for the quality and experience of the physical object itself: barely-rounded edges, velvet soft pages, a smooth cover, the gentle sound and feel of so many pages stacking and bound and ready to part. It's comforting and comfortable and smells lovely.

What's best about reading this book, though, is that it was a gift—a gift sent along with a brief little letter on a notecard just small enough to slip into the book. It's got an adorable snail on the back, it's a ready and perfectly sized bookmark (and I am always in need of a bookmark), and each time I shuffle it to a new place I remember where the book came from.

That reminder is as wonderful experience as reading the book itself. So: thank you, sisterite.