I adore books. To look at them; to touch them, to feel the cover print under my fingertips; to open them, to look at the text or pictures inside, to read the words written; to smell the old, the new or the strange smell coming from the pages; and to close them again when I’ve finished the last page. It’s like opening a door into a different world when I open a book. There’s new people to meet, new places to see, new stories to be told. Everything about a book is just magical. It doesn’t really matter what kind of book it is, I love them all. A big bookstore or a library is like heaven, I could have lived in one.
The reason may be because I’ve been raised by a book-loving mum living more or less in a private library. But also because I love to escape into a different world, into other people’s lives and problems.Anyway: stack of books and magazines on my desk: Beauty In Decay and Annie Leibovitz At Work both bought in England; fashion magazines; Tim Walker Pictures, can’t wait to open and read!; two books about beer; and the novel I’m reading at the moment, Marian Keyes’ The Brightest Star In The Sky, one of my favourite writer.