Books are my favorite things. While actually reading books is my very favorite thing, looking at, exploring, running my fingers along, and dipping into books is a very close second. I have bookcases in every room in the house (bathroom excepted, because it is too damp in there) and in our finished basement, we have a long wall that is pretty much all bookcases. This is my go to stress-relieving spot. I just take a few minutes to look at all the titles, the pretty covers, touch them and handle them and feel the sense of endless possibilities, and I feel better. Of course, now that my husband has started his own business and has his office in the basement, I have to walk through his invisible walls and around his chair to get to my haven, and sometimes he is being businesslike on the phone when I need my momentary escape, but still, the books wait for me there, and they always lift my spirits. So this week, I have been really enjoying all the people writing about books and experiences with books and reading, and especially the book spine poems. Saturday afternoon seemed like a good time to peruse the shelves and play with the titles in pursuit of poems. I have just under 2000 books, so I had plenty of titles with which to play. I had a happy time, scattering books all over the house with the help of my pint-sized assistant and creating arrangements in the hope of finding something profound, or at least mildly intriguing. Here are my two best attempts. (So far. I suspect there will be more in the future.) I did have to retitle one book, as our copy of one I really, really needed has disappeared somewhere in the whirling black hole of books, stuffed cats, LEGO pieces and paper airplanes that is my son’s room. Enjoy!