You could write a book about things that you can't find online.
Maggie Stiefvater
Books are more real when you read them outside.
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I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves were a warm, blond wood, piled with spines of every color. Staff picks were arranged on tables, glossy covers reflecting the light back at me. Behind the little cubby where the cashier sat, ignoring us, stairs covered with rich burgundy carpet led up to the worlds unknown. 'I could just live here,' I said.
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I wanted a library like this..[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.
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As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.
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There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books.
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