Books for breakfast
Imagine a large wooden bookcase. Books are stacked everywhere. Some are vertically positioned, surmounted by other volumes. The smell of dust mixes with that of the ink and that of wax dripping from the candle next to me.
It’s difficult to find logic in this library as in what I read. Perhaps the only fil rouge I have is the pursuit of books that can make me a better person. The kind of books that, if you read them, can touch your soul too.
Why books for breakfast?
Because reading is the first thing I do in the morning. I read while having breakfast. Books are the coffee of my mind.
In The Writer's Mountain Hut's Library
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