I’m one of those people that walks into a bookstore and instantly gets a warm, fuzzy feeling that goes right down to my toes. Whole days have been lost sifting through the stacks at my local bookshop. It’s why I can’t bring myself to buy a Kindle. The scent of the pages, the weight of the words in my hands and a little quiet are all I need.
There’s nothing quite like a real book.
via crazedadman / Type Books, Toronto, Canada
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