I don't know why...But when I was dealing with my social anxiety and it was really bad, I could walk into a room full of books and just…. Relax…. Libraries, bookstores etc. But it was most potent in second-hand bookstores. Maybe it was the smell, the knowledge that all these books had passed through the minds and hands of other book lovers, the serene atmosphere of the store. I don’t know why, but it helped.
Spending Valentines Day reading because I will never love another human the way that I love books...
I am a self confessed book nerd.
“I collect books the way my friends collect designer handbags. Sometimes, I just like to know I have them and actually reading them is beside the point. Not that I don’t eventually end up reading them. I do. But the mere act of buying them makes me happy.” —Jennifer Kaufman & Karen Mack, Literacy and Longing in LA (via whimsicalimpertinence)