this used to be my playground...

Growing up, we have that graphic bible books that we've outgrown. I remembered those days where we (my siblings) snuggled our small-framed bodies to each other just to share those books and (that) one small book about the monkey and the turtle.

So...

When I am lost or out of sight, I am just in any place or aisle with books. Bookstores is my playground. I’m a late bloomer though… when I was a kid. I don’t have that pleasure or leisure to visit a bookstore, nor the money to spend on books.

I was introduced to a library when I was already in high school (as the school had its own library). Unfortunately I don’t have, again, the pleasure to spend my free time hugging all those books in the library as we needed to help out in household chores. I only visit the library on a per need basis

But I do not like libraries. There is that feeling of suffocation when you walk through a quiet, quaint, dim lighted book aisles… THOUGH the scent of old books is exhilarating especially when you run your fingers through it-- caressing them cover after cover while you wander from one aisle to another.

Back in Philippines, I spent the most unholy hours of my Sundays in National Bookstores. I don’t read that much but the urge to browse was there. I have that causeless happiness (of) being in the midst of books, I get lost, and become invisible.

Here, Barnes & Noble offered me a different playground experience. You may not understand it but I can spend my whole afternoon in Barnes & Noble and leave the bookstore smiling, frowning, sad or even mad! LOL!

And now, I have a new playground! I might say goodbye to my old playground as I will be spending most of my free time in the aisles of any Pharmacy around.

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