Bye Bye Feet! Hello Books!

There is a joy of being buried in books. All kinds of books. Not just my fancy shmancy liturature. All kinds. One for everyone.

If you've not guessed, I'm back at the book store. I'm immersed in pages.

There are dreary passages of samey romance (Debbie and Fern, I am looking at you) and overwhelming amount of mystery. More than those, there are the collected memories of humanity, honed and sharpened until the produce something magical, something breath catching, something clever, or something for us to learn.

There is always space to learn. There is time to step away from the bite sized portions of information and remember a meal of words. A buffet of story which, when you fially fold your napikin, you feel a sense of achievement in yourself.

Mmmm. Books. No matter where you are in the world, I've never had an angry person come of the book store.

Yes I am back at the book store. I've started a stack too, so next week you'll see what I've got on my radar, what I'll be bringing back with me and what I will want to bring but can't because of foolish weight restrictions.

Ps. If anyone mentions a light weight kindle or anything related to it, I will start punching wildlife.