Old books. I love them more than I can describe. Here in Vancouver Bc we have this wonderfully disheveled second hand book store. It’s on the corner of Richards Street and Pender if you’re in area. But. This place. I tell you. Old books stacked everywhere. New stuff, old old old stuff, stuff more than a hundred years old. With the wonderful tang of dusty pages, and the feeling of comfort me and my friend went stalking through this store yesterday. Most of the books I wanted were well beyond my price point (like the beautiful William Shakespeare collection gifted to someone in 1881) but. The place just feels if an old home, of comfort, and of happy memories asleep in all the nooks and crannies of the place.