I love books.
I love the feel of the book store and even the library (albeit it does feel dustier in a library, even when it’s clean and pristine).
I love the spine-crackling sounds of a brand new book being opened and the wonderful smell of it’s freshly inked pages.
I love the anticipation of finding something to sink my thirsty teeth into.
I love reading about and looking at the author’s photo (and imagining holding my own published book in my hands).
I love to be teleported into other worlds; whether they are completely imagined or an inner world being seeded and soon-realized.
I especially love it when I read a book and feel changed. The secret keys, doorways and passages that written words on paper reveal to me.
Here are few that have done just that.
