As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air. formerly: tribute
like how can someone not like to read? i don’t get it. bored at home? read a book. dragged along to a party? read a book. long bus ride to hell? read a book.