Leaving any book store is hard, especially on a day in August, when the street outside burns and glares, and the books inside are cool and crisp to the touch; especially on a day in January, when the wind is blowing, the ice is treacherous, and the books inside seem to gather together in colourful warmth. It’s hard to leave a book store any day of the year, though, because a book store is one of the few places where all the cantankerous, conflicting, alluring voices of the world co-exist in peace and order and the avid reader is as free as a person can possibly be, because she is free to choose among them.
"You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfume and wear them like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world." -Ray Bradbury
A bookstore I found in London.
In honour of banned books week, here are some of my favourite banned books. #IReadBannedBooks
Each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separate him from elsewhere.