Hit the book stores as part of our springly, puddly Thursday urban hike. We were in search of my wife’s book club’s March selection (Language Arts). The rich smell of fresh books gobsmacked me after entering the Book Exchange. Pausing, I inhaled, savoring the odor. “I love the smell of new books,” I told the cashier.
A smile lit her face. “Me, too. It’s one of my favorite smells.”
I agreed. “But…what is best? New books? Roasting or brewing coffee? Baking smells? Popcorn.”
She thought a moment. “Books, I think.”
“Why?”
“The smell of books never go stale.”
Ah, sweet.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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