A thank you turned into an essay

This wonderful cannonball book exchange inspired an essay on the importance of the tangible in books; a subject close to my heart. 

Coming home my apartment seemed slightly bleak and dark compared to the sparkling holidays where my parents lit candles and christmas carols endlessly adorned a gold and silver tree. Instead, in my apartment, on the other side of Christmas, was completely overthrown with books and scraps of paper. It was a reminder of my deadline in January. A deadline that seemed a large, menacing 14 dragging behind me, no matter what I seemed to be doing.

And in the middle of leftover dishes and three unfinished books a square brown package was waiting for me; a stranger had sent me three brand new books; some that I wished for and one that was completely unknown.

I find it difficult to buy books for myself.

Read the full essay on ladyscribble.com

tldr; I love my new books!