You walk in and there’s someone behind a table who will help you get something off the shelf to ease your troubles and change your point of view: libraries are bars for your brain.
Oh my love is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my love is like a brand new book That’s in a waiting room What? (I know. Hold on. I have a good reason for that atrocity.) I’ve written about my love of books before. I also have a few […]
Maybe we could just skip this part and do it as a montage.