It’s always nice to walk into work and see a surprise on your desk. Despite the ominous sounding nature of that sentence, I was actually not being sarcastic and there was something nice and surprising on my desk this morning: a book.
If you know me, a sure way of getting on my good side is to feed me with books. I love books. Books that I can read over and over, books that I can collect and stare at, books I can sniff – but definitely not books that broke records for being bad fanfiction. Definitely not those kind of books.
Anyway, I’m straying from the topic. The main aim of this morning’s ramblings is to say I am happy because I got given a book from a colleague at work. Again. Spoilt rotten, I am.
And it smells so good. Like a new book that’s been on the shelf for a bit, so it’s kind of a dusty smell, but combined with the pages of the book it’s probably one of the best smells in the world.
I’m not insane, I swear.
(<short rant>I shall accept books of any genre except badfanfiction that are poor excuses for literature. </short rant>)