I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That’s right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that’s kind of perverted or maybe it’s just romantic and highly intelligent.

Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (via bookoasis)

*apalagi wanginya kertas buku yang coklat–bukan yang HVS

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