Last summer I started taking a book to work and instead of sitting in the break room, I went outside and sat in the cool grass under a tree to read. I'd forgotten what a great pleasure that is.
I love books. No kindle or e-books for me. I want the real deal. I want
to smell the ink, feel the paper, turn the pages; I want real books!
I
love books that carry me off to faraway places; times past, or magical
worlds where I can forget the troubles and stresses of the day, even if
for a little while.
I love books that make me feel as though I’m part of the story; wondering what will happen next, feeling the tension, excitement, curiosity and joy.
I love books that make me think, wonder, and question. I love books
that make me savor words and emotions.
I love books that make you feel, when you are done, that you’re saying goodbye to an old friend.
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