Have I ever mentioned how much I love books? Hard covers or paper back, short and long. I love it all. The different smells between new ones and old ones. The new freshly cut, crisp pages waiting to be touched. The perfect sound the paper makes when I turn the page. A new story every time to take me away on a new adventure. There is no right or wrong way for my imagination to run wild. I read every page number to make sure I don’t skip a page. My book mark teases me to read more, chapters begging to be read. I carry a book with me wherever I go, hiding in my purse. My pile of books at home, that are waiting to be read, never gets too big but always seem like there aren’t enough.
I must say, It’s true… You can’t judge a book by its cover.