
A good book is more than just a good read (If you find that the book you’re reading is a bad book, then put it down – no, better still toss it aside, because that’s the treatment it deserves. Like a telenovela or a corked wine which do not get any better the longer you watch it or the more you drink of it a bad book does not improve with reading).
A good book is a door to another world. A world sometimes so magical, so enthralling and so different to our own that we cannot wait to pick it up again and eagerly read on, plunging deeper and deeper, losing ourselves in its pages or picking our way meticulously through the weaving narrative or plot. A book can mesmerise and charm you, or it can captivate and revolt you. It can change your life forever or become a warm memory and an old friend. Books can be beautifully written, beautifully bound and beautifully illustrated. They can be inspiring or disheartening; they can be so funny and so sad that they make you cry. Books are mirrors of society and mirrors of souls. And they are proof of the power of the written word.
Which raises the question: “Where’s the best place to keep your books?” Continue reading




Air conditioners used to be a luxury. They were the domain of the well-to-dos, the better-offs, people who could easily afford such an outlay and for whom the price of having deliciously cool rooms in which the air remained refreshingly crisp despite the soaring, sizzling summer temperatures outside was also a matter of prestige and could therefore not be high enough.
From the diaries of a member of the Trotec media team: How a building dryer and a fan saved my bacon and the day.

