Because I spent the evening covering all my new little sprouts with mason jars to protect them from the frost predicted tonight (I lost a bunch of squash plants to an unpredicted frost last night) and fuming about the cold, dry, wacked-out weather (though we're grateful not to have to deal with tornadoes) I thought I'd just do a little post, with this link from BoingBoing: books as decoration. You can order books by the foot or yard to fill out your library, though they're apparently not in English, so you can't actually read them. I like the idea of the sun-faded ones, for a "Zen" look.
Actually, I like this. I wouldn't do it myself, because how annoying would it be to have a bunch of books you couldn't even read?? But books are beautiful. There's a reason the Pottery Barn catalog has books in almost every furniture-porn shot, and it's only partly snob appeal. Books make a room look useful, and thoughtful, and lived in. Yeah, if you order books by the yard, it's a lie. But they still smell good.
Books as a prestige item? Heck, I'm not goint to argue with that.