A close brush with reality Book

I think the Eudora Welty quote sums up this book and how I feel about it:

"I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them -- with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself."

Books are beautiful in there own right and not just as a container (for lack of a better word). I am grateful for this book which celebrates that idea.