
i heart books
I love the smell of a book as I gingerly flip through pages, whether it’s a musty, yellowed-with-age classic or a newly-shelved hardcover.
When I walk into a bookstore or library, my heart swells up, a sense of calm passes through me, and the possibilities feel endless. (Yes, I realize that is how most “normal” girls feel when they walk into a shoe store.)
Sometimes I use my bills as bookmarks, because it is the only place that they are truly safe and won’t take long to remind me to pay them on time.











