[Three posts in fewer than twenty four hours? How could I?]
I like the smell of books. I like holding them to my nose and fluttering the pages in front of me. I like buying used books from stores full of paper and smelling them before I read them.
I like the feel of words. I like paper so thin or print so heavy that the ink itself rises from the paper and leaves an indelible mark even a blind person could love.
I like the sight of books. I like watching them all lined up on a shelf. I like knowing that even though they don't move, they are filled with page after page of movement. I like knowing that despite their chaos of size and color, they all share the uniformity of being what they are: books.
I hate the thought of books. I hate that they can be tools for evil or harm. I hate that they can spread false ideas. I hate that people can read them and get the wrong idea.
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"Hate" is such a strong word next to "like."
ReplyDeleteOf course.
ReplyDeleteWow, I feel pretty much all those exact things, too. But I don't think I could have worded them nearly so well. Thanks for putting my own feelings into words along with your own! I especially liked the line about the thinness of paper and thickness of ink. So true! Both are special.
ReplyDeleteYour tactile descriptions are spot-on. Thank you. Books can be scary, yes, but they can also be tools for good or healing, etc. I liked this.
ReplyDeleteYou are strange...but..then again, so am I :P
ReplyDeleteAren't all of us a little strange?
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure everybody is their own kind of strange.
ReplyDeleteWell, some kinds of strange appear more socially acceptable than others.
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