French Vintage Friday: So Many Books, So Little Time

You knew it was coming, didn’t you? You knew I couldn’t possibly write very many of these weekly posts without talking about my love of books.

You were right. We’re there.

I’ve loved books as long as I can remember.

I’ve loved being read to since before I could read myself and as soon as I learned to read, I did. All the time.

I love the feeling of the pages.

I love the smell of a new book.

I love the smell of an old book.

Books are some of my best friends and definitely my best adventures.

I have bookcases groaning with books and boxes of them that are awaiting the purchase of more bookcases to hold them.

But my favorites? They are the ones that tell a story without even opening the cover and reading a word.

Their ruffled old pages with the perfect aged color, their weathered bindings and dog-eared corners.

I love finding inscriptions inside some of them or occasionally a flower or some other treasure pressed between the pages and wondering who placed it there and why.

I don’t care what the book is about when I find a beautiful old one. I often don’t read these particular ones. I make up my own story about them though.

And best of all, I use them all around my home, in every room, to make it feel wonderful and make it look beautiful.

Because these old books bring more “soul” and coziness to a room than a brand new book ever could.

Happy collecting!

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