feeling bookish

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i have a little secret: bookshelf porn.  i'm blushing slightly as i admit that since i came across the photos of stacks, racks and roomfuls of books i've found myself checking in on an increasingly frequent basis. my pulse quickens at the sight so many yellowing novels just waiting to be read.   if you catch yourself dreaming slightly musty dreams of shafts of dusted light playing across endless aisles of hardbacks don't blame me -- i hear this kind of thing can be addictive.

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i'm sure that my next juicy read is waiting at powell's right now, and i'm hoping that your nightstand is topped by a little something that will keep you up late tonight. love, j.

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