Some people live for music. Others live for food. Other live for fashion, sports, or one of the countless other benign little obsessions that make life more bearable. Me, I live for books.
The school library was my safehouse when I was in high school. Friendless in high school. In England (now 'friendful' - that should be a word, so I'll pretend it is!!!) Waterstones was my mecca, and small independent bookshops my quaint little churches.
I am that person that smells a new book as though it were freshly baked bread straight out of a butter TV add.
I've read hundreds (maybe a couple thousand?) books throughout my life. Some stuck with me, some made me turn into a Giant Squid of Anger, some I forgot. It's a shame about the latter. I don't want to have any more books neglected by my memory. This is my little list of the books I will read from this point on (and maybe some old favourites).
Some people smoke...
Some people take Prozac...
I read books. And I write.
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