I grew up in a house that had a library. It’s interesting how childhood experiences and memories continue to shape our choices as we grow older. Looking back now I understand why as a student, the school library offered some bit of comfort like a home away from home. Or now as a grown-up, I feel like a kid at Christmas when I enter a bookstore. And I believe this is also the reason why I can’t get myself to invest in an e-book reader. I’ve read somewhere that the scent of printed paper and the action of turning a page come with the joy of reading a book. I quite agree, although sometimes a strong scent can also get in the way. Well, so does running out of power for an electronic gadget. Anyway, the reason I bring this up is that I purchased a book that I think I don’t need, because I have other references. In my attempt to rationalize my actions, I happily blame my childhood days. I got myself a copy of the fourth edition of The New Food Lover’s Companion b