Bookstores Make Me Happy

To me, they are glorious places--my cathedral, my shrine, my sacred space. Shelves and shelves filled with books I haven't read. I love the smell of the paper, and the various cover art. I love that people just keep writing and writing and writing. I love that you could pull out ANY book and it would break open some magical world you never thought of. You might hate it, but it is a portal to a different place. Bookstores make me feel the world is full of potential, of compassion, of stories, of hope. Bookstores make me feel that all i want is to get a book in print--to hold a book in my hand that is my creation, my vision, my contribution, on thick white paper, between two glorious covers.