I love books. I love the feel of them when you're reading. I love the smell of freshly purchased copy of your favortie author's last novel. I don't know why, but to me it reminds me of my childhood, home, and those good old days of carefreeness. I remember summer days that were too hot and humid to set a foot outside that were spent in the air conditioned apartment, curled up on the couch with my latest book. Those are some of my fondest memories.
It's now years later and I still love books. I have plenty of shelves and book piles to prove it. But unlike my younger self, the time to read them has been cut from hours upon hours to maybe fifteen minutes a day. It's sad, but that's sometimes what happens.
Life gets in the way, but books, my love of books refuses to budge.
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