You can learn something about a person by looking at the bookmarks they use. I don’t mean the bookmarks on a web browser; I mean the old fashioned kind that keep your place in a book. As books move to iPads and Kindles, we’re going to lose the personal expression of bookmarks. Not a big deal, but still one more “buggy whip” that will be lost to the tsunami of technological advancement.
My own bookmarks are an eclectic bunch of tags, ribbons, recycled paper and faux precious metals. For instance, one of my nicest bookmarks is from Castello Banfi Il …