A book is a book is a book. This is only true if one clings to the ‘traditional” concept of what a book is. That being an object with multiple paper pages of written text, bond by two covers (one in the front and one in the back) all of which is held together by a binding spine that essentially serves as the “glue” to adhere the entire piece together. What then shall be done with a “book” that does not fit into the above-mentioned description? What does one do with a book that uses transparencies for pages, so that the image essentially creates itself as the “page” is turned. Where does one classify a dos- a- dos, a venetian blind that has been written on, a fan image etc.? What about those artists that take it upon themselves to create a piece of art, that they call a book; that most others would never dream of referring to as a book, but rather a statue, or a sculptor, or better yet “modern art,” whatever that entails. Who am I, or anyone for that matter, to say what is or is not a book. I for one, have come to the conclusion that it is not my place to stand in the way of what another person thinks, about anything. Furthermore, if I hold fast to narrow-minded views of what I think something is, I will miss out on all the unique ways in which others view that which I have placed in a box. The bottom line is this; a book is a book is a book, so long as someone decides to call it that.