A baby’s cheek, and coffee when you wake up on a Saturday morning. Fresh-mown grass in April. Lavender, warm laundry, rain, and the pages of a new book. New book smell!
The Amazon guy came to my door tonight – working late, how lucky for me! – and I finally got my hands on books I need for class. Having just finished an in-depth study of Sophoclean tragedy (Antigone was possibly the first emo kid in history) I was itching to start on The Next Thing. I decided to ditch Dante for when I’m feeling more confident, and followed my heart to Chaucer instead.
Until my iPad can duplicate the intoxicating scent of a book’s untouched, unread pages, I don’t think I’ll ever completely give up my dead tree darlings.
I ache for the trees, but I also fall into a new book’s smell with the passion of a child for a lollipop.
My little niece – budding writer and bookworm – has said that new books make her mouth water