Lights Out

kittenapocalypse:

arcticlights:

I love books. I love everything about a book. The way it smells, the way it feels. The sound the pages make when you run your fingers over them or the little crackle the spine of a brand-new paperback makes when you open it for the first time. I love the look of the black letters on the white page. I love the magic in a book. Not the fireworks, rabbits-appearing-out-of-hats sort of magic, of course, but the simple magic. The stuff that happens in your head. The way just a few words can transport you to some entirely different place, whether it be a different country or a different planet or a different universe. Whether it be somewhere real or imaginary. 

I’m not ashamed to love books. I am not ashamed to be called a nerd. In fact, I think it’s something to be proud of. Thank you for realizing that I value intelligence over popularity - that I’d rather spend my money on books than booze - that I appreciate the written word with all its connotations and denotations and everything in between.  No matter how many Kindles or Kobos or eReaders are sold, the paper-and-ink book will never go out of style. You can’t lend someone your favourite eBook. You can’t feel the grain or smell the scent of the paper. You can’t even open an eBook. And so much magic is in the first time you open the cover of a book. So books will never go out of style. Books will always be that refuge, that one place that no one can ever take from you. After all, it’s all happening in your head.  But why on earth should that mean that it’s not real?  

YES.