The smell of the pages when I open new books. Oooh yes. That's when I know it's worth the price, and when I know that e-books will never take over completely as long as enough of us old-fashioned people are still around.

I also love the smell of Wheelock Place, starting from the moment I open the glass door into the basement level from the underpass. Ending when I leave the whole building. I'm not sure why I like it, but it must have something to do with Borders.

Labels: what I live for