I love books
I love reading books.
I love seeing them stacked into enticing piles, spines luring me in. I love feeling the heft of books, of leafing through them, the sound of pages ... worlds... thoughts... dreams... whooshing by
I love fingering raised print, indented print, smelling old paper and moldy bindings.
I love how they can take me away. And jolt me into the
present.
I love how they can be art.
I love how they can be repurposed
into carriers and secret holders of things.
I love how they can be added to
and reduced.
I love books.
