What can I say, I love them. I love wandering in bookstores, in libraries, in every place with a larger quantity of books.
I don't know
it might be the smell of books
it might be the feeling of the pages of the books
it might be what they contain
But I love books
Every time I'm in a bookstore (seriously, I can spend ages in a bookstore) it's like I feel all the different stories from all the different books pulling me, whispering to me.
Then I want to write. I want to write a book, so it can become one of those thousands of books in a bookstore whispering of fantasies, stories, treasures, love and pain, betrayal, wonderful, magic, fantstic fiction. I want to have a whole room, walls lined with bookcases, filled with books all the way to the ceiling, high up. Use a ladder to reach the highest books. And I want some of them to be mine, with my name on them.
Is that too much to dream?
