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I love books. I really do even if I don’t like the contents of the book like biographies and self help books, I am not good with non fiction books in general (kind of one-sided I know). I love the smell of a new book. I know that sounds weird but there is no better smell than new book smell.
So when it comes to books you can not send me alone into a books store, because I will not come out. You can’t send my father with me as back up either, because he is just as bad as I am. I will sit there for hours and sit with a book and skim through the pages. Then I would take another after another and unless my mother comes in after us we would not leave that store. mostly likely we would find a comfy chair and fall asleep in it. Spending the night in that very same store. Most of you are probably thinking “what about your daily needs?” Don’t worry I promise to get lost in a Barnes and Noble that has one of those cafes and those big bathrooms.
I think the world would be a lot happier if people spent time in a book store. The would learn so much, and they wouldn’t be angry at much of anything because they say “hey its cool I understand I read about it.” yah I know I am exaggerating but hey I say turn the world into a giant books store. *peaceful sigh* ah the bliss.