I’ve only ever thrown a book across the room in anger once. It was an awful ending. I hope to one day throw another one.
That’s what I love about reading – it plays my emotions to perfect pitch. Whether I hated it, loved it, wanted to marry it or destroy it with only my thoughts, I have always loved reading the written word. I have always loved books.
This is my library where my introverted self can spew out thoughts and feelings about the books that have come and gone in my life. It is the room in which I can wax poetic about the quantum experience of reading and where the quantum activist in me can get my geek on.