Today, I went shopping for toiletries, and ended up spending most of my time at the lonely bookshelf in the store.
An uncle always used to tell me you can tell a lot about a people from the state of their libraries, bookshops and bookshelves.
The books were drooping over like they were ready to jump to their end from abandonment. Interestingly, they were mostly motivational books, loaded with quotes from the kind of people that would never go near such books.
I kept stealing glances at the bookshelf as I went ahead to fill my basket with why I was at the store, but I could not go back to it, as it held no promise for a late night read.
I am thankful for books and the worlds they open.