If I packed a suitcase for a journey to the end of the world, what would I bring? A toothbrush. Hand cream. My favourite sweater. Clean underwear. Then I would fill the rest with books. I would take worlds with me - realms of knights and dragons, realities of broken hearts. Laughter, tears, aching sadness, and unrestrained joy.

Books are the cornerstones of my life, marked and measurable. They shape and mould my past, present, and future. Contain it, but also set it free.

It’s difficult to find the words to describe the power of words.

Some of my favourite moments have passed inside pages. Somehow, in the pages of a book, I have always found meaning, found purpose.

It suddenly saddens me to the think that the books that decorate my life are intangible. In the past year, almost all the books I’ve read have been electronic. There’s nothing to touch of my 2013 favourites. When I think about this, I wonder if I’m missing those cornerstones now, forever.

I think I need to buy more books, to fill more space in my apartment and in my heart.


  • By Fae, January 17, 2014 @ 8:06 pm

    I enjoy my ebooks, but you’re right - there’s a feeling you can’t describe at picking up a beloved book and flipping through it’s pages or just running your hand over the cover. There’s a feeling of just seeing it there on the shelf and remembering all that it means to you.

  • By Hezabelle, January 19, 2014 @ 10:33 pm

    Exactly! I’m putting some money in my budget this year for a few (cheap) books.

    And I’m buying ALL the Rainbow Rowell books.

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