Books

The thing is, I LOVE books. Like, more than I can even handle sometimes. I love buying books. I love reading books. I love sitting on my bed and just looking at all of my books. I love reorganizing my books. I love walking into a bookstore or library and seeing the shelves and shelves of books.

Why would I love books so much, you might ask? It's quite simple--they're amazing. Books are truly some of the greatest things in the world. They tell the best stories. Anyone in the world can find at least one (more if they care to look, but some people convince themselves for some absurd reason that they don't enjoy books) that they're in love with.

Books are full of words. (You might say "duh, Emilie, of course they're full of words.") But think about it. Think of all of the books that you haven't ever opened that contain the words that you haven't ever read or heard of. Think about all of those words! Oh I love words. Words are incredible. With the right combination of words you can do anything...you can make someone happy, angry, sad, giddy, enthusiastic, enthralled, confused. You can make one person laugh and one person cry with the same set of words. You can never run out of words or ways to use words. They're like a never ending river whose direction, speed, purity, depth, strength, and purpose you can change according to your slightest whim. Which brings me back to books, and words in books. No matter how many books you read, you never know what joy the next book you pick up will bring you. You just never know.

Oh how I love my books. And my words. With my books and my words I could and do live a happy existence.