David Robbins: E-books may be the future, but you simply can't put a price on memories
My brother was a keen student of psychology, even from an early age. He knew, for instance, that our father would never sign the book club order form for the complete works of Charles Dickens bound in red leather and embossed with gold lettering.
Displaying a cunning -- and an initiative -- beyond his years, he simply forged his signature. He called it "cutting out the middleman".
The books duly arrived. The "leather" turned out to be of petro-chemical rather than bovine origin, the leaves of the book were wafer-thin and the text was minute. But they were real books, with spines, frontispieces and new-book smell.