The door opened. The aroma of old paper, dry ink and binding glue pulled me in. Neat shelves tower from floor to ceiling, treasures everywhere. Stories, poems, books, magazines, every shape, size, color, they are all within my reach. I’m in heaven.

I pull them out one at a time and sit in the over-stuffed chair, ottoman under my feet, devouring them one by one; my selfish greedy delight.

Sometimes I am even greatly surprised and delighted when their authors come and visit me and am honored when they walk through my collection too.

These are some of my favorites I share with you, enjoy.

~Just Julie