Books. B.O.O.K.S. I love them. I love the texture of the pages of a new book, they way they crinkle when you turn them. I love the coarser texture of older books and the way they smell. A combination of dust, aged paper, and ink. I love their contents. Stories of romance and adventure, of murder and deceit. Books filled with poems and ditties, and knowledge from everywhere on everything. I love everything about books. I spend the majority of my time reading. If I had nothing better to do, or well if I had all the money I needed to live, have books, eat, and not get put in jail for not paying taxes and bills, I would do nothing but read (and a few other things like, write and bathe and contact people). I'd have a library large enough to rival Alexander the Great’s. (Ah Dreams.) I am a Biblioholic and I am proud to be one.