I love them. I love how they look, how they smell. How my fingers glide along their smooth exteriors, my palm memorizing their planes and angles. I love how they fit differently in my hands, and how they will open up to me when I move my hand beneath their spine, revealing all their secrets in a breathless tumble; giving it all up to my avaricious eyes.
Books. Marvelous books.
I’ve been reading a bunch since Christmas, but haven’t fully incorporated the new reads into my biblio-paradigm yet, but I’d still like to be an attention hussy and direct any book loving peers to THIS PAGE where I’ve painstakingly collected a list of some favorites.
If you read any of the books there, on my suggestion, let me know so I can strut and act all insufferable for awhile. The weebles love that.