She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.

Who are we really? Combinations of common chemicals that perform mechanical actions for a few years before crumbling back into the original components? Fresh new souls, drawn at random for some celestial cupboard where God keeps an unending supply?

Or the same soul, immortal and eternal, refurbished and reused through endless lives, by that thrifty Housekeeper? In Her wisdom and benevolence She wipes off the memory slates, as part of the cleaning process, because if we could remember all the things we have experienced in earlier lives, we might object to risking it again.

Those books were re-printed, but they came out very late this year and because of that some of our exhibits are down.

What we find is what the sensible books have been recommending. These were people who had a high-fat diet. We cut fat below 30 percent and they did not gain weight.

Books are humanity in print.

Everything in this store benefits my kids. Those books go into the classroom. I had a little boy who wanted a book a day for a home library. He could not wait to pick up (another) book.