Some days, you wake up to startling realizations about yourself. Like the fact that you would much rather sit at the ocean side, listening to waves rise and crash against the shore and artificial bays, lost in a good story, than speak to humans. Or that it doesn’t even have to be by any body of water; just holding a book in your hands,
being generally out of reach of humans, getting lost in stories and lives that are or would be in another time, another place, is enough to fill your heart.
Then, you do everything to always have that joy, that safe place.
I love to read. I love books. I have books. Quite a number. Problem is, most of them are e-books. There’s nothing wrong with e-books, it’s just, I’m not as eager to read them. Sometimes, I even forget that I have certain books and I go looking for them again. That doesn’t happen with paperback.
This might be an incredibly cliché Book Nerd thing, but I really do enjoy
hugging holding books, sniffing them, and knowing that they’re here and mine. And I can just stare at them if I want, grinning, wondering how beautiful a thing can get and how much joy it can bring.
Killings, you look at the price and decide to just go to B&N or Amazon. Enter another travail: shipping costs.
No matter how many or how little books I purchase, the shipping always costs more than the books. And needless to say, my wallet is not amused. I mean, if my wallet is going to get damage, let books do the damaging; I don’t mind. But the books can’t even do as much damage because, shipping!