Do you do it? Are you one of them? The they who openly and brazenly thrust their fetish on an unsuspecting public?
I do. And I am.
I'm a book sniffer. If you happen upon me in the aisles of an old, used bookstore, you will catch a glimpse of my closed eyes over the spine of a book. With nose stuffed into the open pages of a yellowed, beaten copy, I huff in...that smell. The full bodied bouquet of must, experience, wisdom, aged thoughts.
Nothing else in the world has that smell and an attempt at duplication would fail miserably. It's the sweet comforting perfume of freedom of thought, beauty in words, and unleashed imagination.
So, now that you're in a safe place, it's time to come clean with your fixation. Are you a slow sniffer, quick whiffer, or completely unmoved by the scent of a book?