The Unexpected Poetry of Book Spines

I confess: I haunt bookstores. I lurk in libraries. I meander in museums and stalk beloved book spaces, losing time, and myself, in the stacks. I’ll never read all I’d like, but I’ll give it a try, because books—tangible objects of imagination and wonder—speak to me.

With a book in one hand and a crayon in the other, I have played with words and pictures for as long as I can remember. Advertising and design was a natural fit, and