I love books. I’ve had a love affair with them since I was a child. I’m almost always read­ing a book…or two. There is some­thing about them that makes me happy. I don’t know if its the antic­i­pa­tion of an amaz­ing tale, the emo­tions brought on by favorites, or just all those words. I love words too, in case you hadn’t guessed.

I also find it pos­i­tively intrigu­ing that no mat­ter how many books I read, there is always some­thing new to curl up with.

Two of my favorite places to be are book­stores and libraries. I love to run my fin­gers along all the bind­ings, read­ing the titles, see­ing if some­thing will pop out at me. In the past after I’d fin­ished with a book, I’d usu­ally pass it on to a friend who I thought would enjoy it. Now, how­ever I want to build my col­lec­tion. Yes. I am now a col­lec­tor of books. Noth­ing fancy, just the ones I enjoy read­ing. If I had it my way, every avail­able wall in my home would be cov­ered in floor to ceil­ing book­cases and burst­ing with nov­els. One of the things I hope to do this year is put up some book­cases on a wall I’m keep­ing bare for just that pur­pose in my liv­ing room.

Ear­lier today I cap­tured a few pic­tures of my beloved books.

These books are a sam­pling of the titles that are on my “must read next” list. I can’t wait to start Her Fear­ful Sym­me­try, by Audrey Nif­f­eneg­ger it sounds pos­i­tively titillating!

Con­tinue read­ing My Great Love Affair