I'm currently reading book four of Robert Jordan's "Wheel of Time" series, and I'm really enjoying it. However, I'm constantly distracted by the thousands of books that surround me every day. They beckon with smooth spines, thick pages, and colorful covers. I want to read them all, smell them, brush my fingers over their word, and take them in. When I sell a book, I read the back, the inside cover; like literary kisses stolen in the dark of night.
I cannot read fast enough.