I'm a glutton for print books during our Canadian half of the year. The other half my husband and I are in Mexico: books are hard to get and I enjoy the ease of an e-reader, but by the time we get back to Canada, I'm ready to go hog wild.
And I know why: because a book book is a 3-D experience.
I just finished Nocturne by Helen Humphreys. Her writing always knocks me out, but this memoir about her brother, his life and death, is extra special.
I sat for a very long moment after I finished it, teary, holding the book, turning it in my hands, running my fingers over the slightly raised type of the title and author's name. Turning this little volume again and again, taking in the beauty of the cover image, relishing that curtain-down-on-the-last-act fullness. Encore! Encore!
Yes: a book book. There's nothing quite like it.
Thank you, Helen, for your crystal clear prose, as beautiful as both music and silence.
And thank you, as well, to HarperCollins Canada and editor Phyllis Bruce: it's clear that you loved this beautiful book.