it chose me.

It was inevitable that fiction would choose me, that my world would become consumed by it. From the fairy tales my mother brought before me, to the fascinating living stories around me, to the nursery rhymes that incited such vivid images in my mind, to the billowing curtain in my childhood bedroom that, to me, …

breathe deeply.

Why I walk through the stacks and inhale.  Why I meander through libraries and bookstores, often with no intention of reading or buying, just trailing my fingers down endless rows of spines and consuming the sweet aroma of books.  Why books can be desserts, too. (I dedicate this post to my beloved Ms. Lindquist, who …

Goals.

Chair goals. Book shelf goals. Head wrap goals. Recreating-this-photo-in-my-apartment-one-day goals. I mean. Come on. For a proud melanin lady who loves books and sitting on her growing derrière (thank you, squats) and red lippy, this photo is everything. Incidentally, yesterday was National Book Lovers Day. I certainly hope you celebrated by sniffing some books and …