Pages taste good.

Their smell is an intoxicating aroma, the feel of them in your hands like no other on earth. The sound of one turning…

The power they have, none can fathom. Like wings, they can take you where you have never been, where you have never dreamed. Like a magic carpet they take you into impossible scenarios, unbeatable odds; legends.

I have traveled all over the world. I have traveled beyond it. I have traveled back in time. All of these places I have been, and all the while cozy in my bed with a soft light and a warm cup of tea.

And we call these things… books? All a book is is paper, ink and glue. Yet together they make so much more! They are time machines, space ships, portals that take you around the world faster than the fastest plane or into another one, like no technology today can. These places I know, I love. People are waiting for me in all of them, stories that go on. I cannot wait to go back.

Magic carpet… take me there.