The smell of books

I just returned from the library and a wave of nostalgia from childhood summers. As I did back then, today I leisurely roamed the aisles, keeping an eye out for any books that looked interesting to me. I love what a multisensory experience the library is: the smell of old books, the look of the yellowing pages and the once-trendy jackets, the heightened hearing I develop when I'm all alone in the stacks.

Appropriately, I happened to be wearing the great T-shirt my former colleague Michelle gave me, which features a little girl reading in a big armchair, below tree branches and a cuckoo clock. And I walked home with a canvas bag full of new worlds to discover.

- L'Editrice