I’ve always loved books. I was the kid (and still am) who always had a book with her where ever she went. If I was at a social gathering I’d usually end up in a corner with my book eventually and be perfectly happy. I used to get most of my books at the library, but in recently years I’ve become rather obsessed with owning books. I just want to have them close, to keep them near, to occasionally sleep with an old favorite tucked under my pillow. I buy books like other girls buy clothes. My roommate and I joke, because when we first moved in she set up her closet first and I set up my bookshelf. I really can’t help myself and I’m sure many of you know what I mean. I have a huge stack of unread books and keep finding myself distracted by new ones. At present I’m limiting myself to two books: “The Children of Hurin” by J.R.R. Tolkien and “Storm Front” by Jim Butcher. I will finish them before starting something new! And maybe I’ll be able to pass a few days without buying a new book.
Wish my luck.
P.S. “Storm Front” smells amazing! Every time I read it the delicious scent of aged paper and ink fill my nose. It’s an added bonus. I have a think for sniffing books 😉