Bookshops have become increasingly more precious and cherished in my life in the past five years or so. Places filled with stories, both true and the imagined, bookshops fill shelves with hopes, dreams, and failings written down on paper - life written down on paper.
The smell of a new or old book is something to behold, I think. In a new book one can smell all the possibility and wonder the story has to offer whilst in an old one, all of the life and adventures previous readers may have experienced with it by their side have left traces.
These glorious places, full of truth, fantasy, and mystique, are perfect environments for letting your imagination run away with you. Enraptured in a story, anything can seem possible and beautiful. Those who say with rising technology that books have become superfluous, can't possibly have experienced this magical feeling of safety and warmth that a bookshop quite usually offers.