I cannot remember a day when I didn’t think about books. When I say books, I’m talking exclusively about paperbacks and hardbound printed copies–pages and pages of the tangible printed word. You see, if I could go shopping everyday for books, I would. If I could visit public libraries and bookstores everyday, I would. If I could breathe and live inside books, I would. That’s how much I love them.
Perhaps anybody who is a book enthusiast, a bibliophile, or an avid reader can relate to what I’m saying. You wake up thinking about books, and you sleep thinking about books. To some, it is an obsession–a form of mania. But to me, that’s just the way it is. Loving books is a way of life for me–something ingrained into my soul. That’s just the way I am built–built to love books.