"... and what is the use of a book?" thought Alice,
"without pictures and conversation?"
Lewis Carroll. Alice's adventures in Wonderland. 1865
I love reading a lot.
Maybe this habit come after my Mom.
She has a lot of books and love reading it in her spare times, even back then when she had worked.
I remember there's a time when she bought a book for me and reading it out loud.
It started from the series of dolphin tales.
And when I began read it by myself, I begging for more books.
Now, I'm missing the feeling when you open the first page of a new book and sniffing at it (I know, a lil bit weirdo, don't you thing?)
I need to buy a new book.
ASAP, before I get spared because missing that feeling so bunch.
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