Monday, January 23, 2012

I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That's right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that's the kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian


laughingwolf said...

depends on the book! :O

Trish said...

Yes, true that. Some books are meant to be thrown across the room in disgust/rage.

laughingwolf said...