This story from the New Yorker totally forces me to reminisce. We had the World Book Encyclopedias when I was a child and I completely understand the author's lust for them. Unlike the author, I would never steal to get them (part of me enjoys coveting things...it's a little masochistic I think) but sometimes I do wish we still had our copies so I could showcase them in an antique legal bookcase until the day I die at 103.
What can I say? Gold, leather, books, information, out-dated information, pictures, cream....sigh....all things I love.
And they can be used to press flowers.