That book
Does anyone else own that one book they don't particularly read but keep because of its smell? That old book smell that comforts you and makes you feel at home. That smell that reminds you of being 6 years old and walking into a public library for the first time. Looking at all those books and smelling that smell for the first time, the smell you will forever accociate with the freedom to read on your own. The first time you ever smelled that old book smell, you could bearly read but you wanted to learn more words. You seen a whole world in front of you where you were directed to the bright colourful books due to your age but seen the rest as a taboo; the first of many you craved. That smell reminding you of the first bad thing you ever did by sneaking into the other side of the library to know what secrets it held. An innocent time when that was naughty but you loved it. The books had less pictures but they held a world you longed to know of. A quiet place where your older siblings didn't like to go because they seen it as a punishment rather than a joy. It was the first place that was truly yours, and you loved every inch of it. You took in that deep breath and memorised the mosaic tiles under your feet; looking forward to the day you where old enough to take home some of the older books. That book means more to me than any other book I own just because it's smell holds two stories; it's own and a part of mine.