I love books. I love reading them, holding them, collecting them, smelling them, stacking them in stacks about my bedroom. I even love tripping on books. Which I do regularly at my job, at a bookshop.
I love books for reasons so numerous that I would not suffer you to read through them.
I also love watching people read. I love seeing the places they read, what they read, their expressions and body language whilst reading. I experience feelings of fondness for some one if they giggle, snort or chortle as their eyes trip back and forth across the page. I love them immediately if they let out a genuine belly laugh when reading in public.
I love being stopped by strangers wherever I may be to be to asked about, enthused to or congratulated over my choice of book. It gives me tidbits of joy all day.
It is one of my favorite things as I get to know some one, to hear about their relationship with books. What they have read, what they enjoy reading, and what they wish to read. What they love about reading. What got them hooked, if they can remember.
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Underground New York Public Library
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