When I was younger, I read voraciously.
As a result, all my books had "broken" spines, were "dog-eared" and looked very (in my opinion) loved.
But throughout my childhood and young adulthood, many people admonished me for "abusing" those books:
"Look what you did to that paperback!"
"You should NEVER crack the spine!"
"What happened? There's a rip in one of the pages!"
Of course, those scoldings didn't change my reading "technique", which was (and is) to bend and twist my books as needed, using their pages as instant "bookmarks" by "flipping down" an edge to retain my place.
To me, this method shows how important and useful my books are.
I don't want my books to sit pristinely on shelves as room decorations. I want them to exhibit an "I've been handled time and again" appearance.
I don't coddle them as if they are made of porcelain. And I don't care if they aren't perfect.
Like people, shouldn't a book's wrinkles, age spots and flaws be celebrated and encouraged?