I like books.

I kinda have to, being a writer and all.

But I do like books.

I like the way they feel. Just the weight of them in your hand. The way old books smell.

Then we get to what’s inside them.

The information.

The worlds.

The ideas.

It’s time travel, teleportation, and a mind meld.

They open your mind and tug at your heart.

They become a part of you.