Hand tools. They are and always will be art unto themselves.Like your grandfather used to build and repair the house he built for your grandmother.Those tools.The basic tool kit you listed for as a kid.They are the simplest of hand tools but when he used them bookshelves rose up from the lumber pile like a magic trick.A hammer. Saw. Trisqure. The mechanical double helix of a Yankee screwdriver.A book about these things could be a dry as a saltine.The only thing dry about the writing in this book is the humor that weaves in and out of the stories.Stories? Yup. That’s what we have here.Vignettes painted in words on paper.About the tools throughout this book.All the most important tools we have.The photographs are pretty damn nice too.Simple and complex and right to the point.The kind of book that should smell like planer shavings and sawdust.You’ll want to peruse through it on a chilly Saturday afternoon just to remind yourself of how much you love woodworking with hand tools.Feet up, fire crackling in the wood stove and the memory of your father showing you the proper way to push and pull his father’s 26” Disston rip saw with the maple handle and brass medallion screws and nuts.If you’ve gotten this down in my review, I already know that you want a copy for your library.