The smell of a new book compares nothing to the smell of a really old book. really old books have that combined smell of the people who have once owned and explored the stories within the pages, and the smell of bookstores.
But regardless of age, i find comfort within the poetry scrawled across the pages. I find comfort within the timeless plot of romance and sadness.
Like a big warm blanket, i am enveloped by a world of chivalry and passion, and am transported to another mind set.
Now excuse me while I go forget all woes and indulge in something amazing.
