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Isn't it funny how sometimes you forget how much you love something? Bookstores, for example. I love bookstores and reading and books and paper and ink. When life gets hectic, I forget how much reading really relaxes me and how much I actually enjoy reading. It's such a simple pleasure.
I went to Borders the other day. Here are some titles that caught my eye:
100 Places Every Woman Should Go, Greist
(a travelling book)
Baking Cakes in Kigali, Parkin
Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, Ford
The Art of Happiness in A Troubled World, Cutler
The Calligrapher's Daughter,
The House on Mango Street, Cisneros