I am a complete book addict and I blame my addiction on Libertine. When I spent my first sojourn at the tower I mainly stayed with her, on her level, as she is more to my scale, but a lot more dainty and graceful. She has a most impressive library located floor to ceiling surrounding the original Marcello fireplace. She was effervescent about her books and pulled out copy after copy to show me the beautiful illustrations and valuable contents. Her library is priceless. She suggested I start appreciating books and building a collection of my own. At first I wondered how on earth I would ever come by such treasures as hers and besides books are rather pricey to purchase new. (BTW she has an apoplectic fit at the notion of the kindle kind of "books".) "What happens when the machine stops?" she demanded of me intensely "What good is it to have all your knowledge floating in no where worlds, lost forever if some king pin pulls the plug?" That notion got me panicked and I committed to salvaging hard copy literature forthwith, although truth be told I'm more of a pictorial person, so picture books are snatched up as a priority. I wasn’t sure how to start collecting and she encouraged brightly: “You don’t need to go to the moon to find cheese… begin by visiting your local charity shops."
I wasn't sure what to look for and she suggested: "Find what you love.” So I did. I started finding so many books about so many things I didn't know about before and my love just burgeoned and before I knew it I was in an obsessive compulsive relationship with no boundaries but the capacity of my storage facilities. I soon developed an ear for books and found I could hear them calling for me across the plains, whence forth I hasten to the second hand proprietors and normally leave with a wonderful little clan of books ready to move in with me. Sometimes I fear I'm bordering on overpopulation and begin to stress. You see every last shelf and every single bit of cupboard space aside from those delegated to knickers and knick knacks, a few clothes and some vegetables are stocked to capacity with books in my home. Fortunately, I find wardrobes can be stretchy if necessary. Just when you think there is absolutely no ways another book will fit in you get inspired to reconfigure the shelving and voilà! a teensy bit more space for literature housing. A book, with words and images to wit, has the power to transport you anywhere. I get lost in my books. I dive in and before I know it I'm in another world. Admittedly I'm more of a "skinny dipper". I tend to dip into one tome for a quick eyeball swim and then another novella will flaunt itself and wave at me so I hop across to that party of tricks and before I know it I'm in the middle of a game of imagery hop scotch!
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
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