re: #356 poteen

A repost from yesterday.
The smell of books. New and old. Classics and Best Sellers. Leatherbound reference and tawdry fiction stacked floor to ceiling in a room of mahogany shelving and a roaring fireplace with one perfectly placed light over an overstuffed chair.
The door is locked and the brandy is poured.
For these non-Orwellian reasons and with some spare positive karma —-

DEATH TO KINDLE!

Hey, Poteen: Another book-smell lover, here!

Once, I was driving home after leaving the bookstore with a haul of brand-new books and just couldn’t wait any longer to sniff them.

When a red light caught me, I took the books out of the sack one by one and inhaled their goodness. (With my particular family nose, I can pick up a whole lot of goodness at once.)

Afterward, I noticed that the teenagers in the next car were staring at me with a look of befuddlement. Lord only knows what kind of perversion they thought I was up to. :)