Books
From the time I could hold them in my hands — well before I could sound out the letters or understand the concept of words — I have loved books.
As a young child, I was enamored of the library.
As a pre-teen, I discovered the joy of saving money for, and then buying, my own books.
When I was in college, I was appalled at the cost of books — even used books! — but always strove to purchase all the recommended texts – even if they weren’t required – for my courses and hated to part with them (so I often didn’t… which meant that every time I moved from place to place, I had to haul along hundreds of pounds of pulp) at the end of each semester.
Nowadays, my house is filled with books.
And book stores — particularly the indie variety, and especially the ones that sell both new and used titles on their shelves — are my Happy Place.
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