The Voyages I’ve Traveled With My Book Weight

When reading a book at night, I invariably sit at my desk, Spotify playing through my earbuds, the Mac monitors glowing in front of me. The book lies flat on the desk, which I built out of black walnut and red oak 15 years ago. I am mighty fond of that desk. Propping the book open is an embossed leather book weight. It is about 9 inches long with a pair of lead weights entombed inside on either end. It will keep open the heftiest tome in which I am engrossed. The velvet backing has come loose on part of it. I am working up to gluing it back together. One doesn’t approach such tasks quickly....

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