as soon as I started cutting the tape on the parcel I knew. that smell. fresh ink and paper, glue and varnish. it is as beautiful and as glorious as I hoped. if the paper’s not Finch then it’s something damn close and equally delicious. embossed cover, ribbon, the works.
I love the places I’ve been published, I feel fortunate in the editors and venues that I’ve worked with. but there’s something about a hardcover book. I’ve loved them from when I was small, I prized my childhood volumes along with my favorite toys; it was the one joy of my old job that never soured, right up to the end I loved to feel that finished product in my hands, the heft of it, the textures of paper and binding.
and that smell. nothing like it in the world.