The crackling sound the spine makes when I open a hard cover.
The smell of old books.
The smell of new books.
Learning that someone loves the same books that I do.
Buying an empty bookshelf and slowly filling it with books and memories.
Seeing a stranger read a book I love out in public – it’s like we’ve formed an invisible connection.
Getting excited at long train rides because I know I get an hour of uninterrupted time.
The satisfaction after finishing a long book.
Feeling a brand new, untouched book before opening it for the first time.
Feeling a well-worn, well-read book before opening it for the hundredth time.