I love books. I’m addicted to bindings, paper, and ink. I become intoxicated by the smell of an old edition. I melt at a beautiful children’s picture book. I truly breathe only when the printed word is being read across my tongue.
My husband tolerates my addiction. I’m forever coming home with stacks and bags of books. He silently helps me move a new bookcase into the house. He understands my love for books, but not my passion. However, my collection is built mostly of books I didn’t have to pay for. Besides getting them as gifts, and ransacking the discount bins at the superstores, I am drawn to (at least) these ten places.
The Book Swap
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