I don’t reblog but this deserves a special mention. This shows how much books mean to a person and a shared view of how they make you feel.
There’s nothing more intoxicating than the smell of an old book, it’s like smelling generations of people’s thoughts; with each reader the aroma gets more distinct. The smell is the first thing I notice when I enter a book fair; aged and well read. If all the books were left opened I’d be quite content to fall asleep, as if in a poppy field. Once I’ve paid my entry fee with a smile, I enter the field. Left, right and straight ahead thousands of b … Read More