These books I borrow, perhaps to read, or maybe just to pay homage to the authors.
Many written with a flourish, others by a scholar's hand; all bear the soul of an author.
They are meant to be admired, touched, pondered, devoured by sight and absorbed. Many do not look worn but forlorn of touch; sad and still on the shelf awaiting doom.
That's been put off just a bit for I've revived the life expectancy for the authors.
So, I borrow these books, which I may not read, but appreciate the efforts of the authors.