What is it you love most about a book, apart from the story itself?
Is it the warm cream paper? Is it the that faint forest scent of the paper? Is it the cover art? The way they sit on your shelf? Or is it something more intangable? A warm, living thing, that promises you stories and worlds? Could it be the whipser of the turning pages? The ink stamped into the pages that by magic bring to you the feelings and thoughts of another time and place?
What is it? What do you like the best?
Is it the warm cream paper? Is it the that faint forest scent of the paper? Is it the cover art? The way they sit on your shelf? Or is it something more intangable? A warm, living thing, that promises you stories and worlds? Could it be the whipser of the turning pages? The ink stamped into the pages that by magic bring to you the feelings and thoughts of another time and place?
What is it? What do you like the best?