I love the feeling of calm that comes over me when I walk into a bookstore.
I love the feeling of whatever bad has been happening lately rush right out of my body.
I love the excitement that starts to build as soon as I touch the first book I look at.
I love the smell of all the new books.
I love the feel of them, rough edges, smooth bindings, the texture of the cover and the paper, the feeling of the lettering on the hardcover books.
I love lazily wandering the aisles looking for my next adventure, I love my narrowed laser focus when I know exactly what book I am gunning for.
I love little book stores, I love big book stores.
They truly are my happy place.