I have a bit of an addiction to books. There, I’ve said it. I love books and I love reading them. Yes, I have a Kindle, and yes, I use it and enjoy it, but most of my collection of books still remain, cherished and sacred, on my shelves. I still surf Amazon, Half.com, thrift shops, and garage sales for books that I want to read, and more often than not, I end up adding a book or two, (or three, but please don’t tell my husband) to my collection.
Imagine the pain, then, of watching a rather boring video turn into a horror film when the instructor pulls out a knife and proceeds to instruct you on how to slice off the cover and pages of “slightly used” book so that the spine could become part of a craft project.