They're all over our neighborhood: little "loan libraries", small cubbies where you can leave a book and take a book. I often think I should leave something, except virtually every book I have bought and read for the past several years has been for my Kindle, and thus has no hard copy.
But there is a bookshelf next to where I am typing this, filled with books from the pre-Kindle era. Nothing new, but at some point in my life these were books I actually read. And as I look at them, I realize they are a bit like a time capsule of my life back in the recent day.
There are reminders that I was once in the PhD program in English, like The Education of Henry Adams and Faulkner's Light in August.
There is one of the anthologies that includes an essay of mine (in this case, James Bond in the 21st Century). And the screenplay to Do the Right Thing.
There's Chronicles, Volume One by Bob Dylan. Also Dead Elvis by Greil Marcus.
Listening In: Radio and the American Imagination by Susan J. Douglas (I used to teach Mass Communications at Cal).
And if I squint, I can see The Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord, and Illuminations: Essays and Reflections by Walter Benjamin, which includes "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction".
How does this compare to what I read now? Here are a few of the books I've read recently on my Kindle:
The Data Detective: Ten Easy Rules to Make Sense of Statistics by Tim Harford.
Foreverland: On the Divine Tedium of Marriage by Heather Havrilesky (a favorite author of mine).
Take Up Space: The Unprecedented AOC by The Editors of New York Magazine.
The Science of Baseball: The Math, Technology, and Data Behind the Great American Pastime by Will Carroll.
Slow Horses by Mick Herron (we just watched the TV series based on the book).
Rethinking Fandom: How to Beat the Sports-Industrial Complex at Its Own Game by Craig Calcaterra.