I love what books do to me. Every time I finish a book, I look different. It's in the glow in my face coupled with utter exhaustion as if I have just gotten off a long flight, but I am about to meet the love of my life. It's in the way I talk, the way I listen, and the way I describe the colors. It's such an exhausting journey but a thoroughly satisfying one. The kind of journey that sticks in the memory and you speak about it for years to come.

I love what I give back to the books. Like memories - memories of the trains and the car rides, I have taken them to. Memories of all the parks, and lakes, and beaches where I've spent so many lonely evenings. Of the countless connecting flights and foreign airports. Memories of a some shy flower petals that found their way into some pages. We deposit little parts of ourselves in the books we read.

I love what books do to me. If happiness truly exists, it's found in books.