It should, seeing as I owe a large sum of money back for furthering my education of it. Maybe it is an obsession, but literature fills a special place in my heart. One day I hope to have my own personal library in my mind it looks much like the one from Beauty and the Beast a la Disney, but less cartoonish. Plus, I greatly enjoy scavenging through used book stores for old hardcovers and often traverse several stores before reading a novel I know I'll love just to be sure I have the edition that best suits me. I can understand their versatility and convenience, but there is a strange power felt while just holding a nice edition of a novel in your hands, especially after time has passed and you pick it back up just to feel its weight in your palms. Perhaps this is why I never got into the electronic readers. I can often relate any major event in my life to the particular novel I was reading at the time, and vice versa, making my bookshelf an eternal, tangled web of my past. I'll caress each spine with my eyes, occasionally running a finger down it to feel a spark of retrospection and for a moment recall the times when I held a particular book during the course of absorbing it. Each shelf is swelling nearly to the point of overflowing with books, each authors collection seemingly positioned at random - yet, somehow, the location of each work holds some secret form of order that is beyond even me. I often catch myself staring, rather lovingly in fact, at my bookshelves.
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