I’m going to come straight out with it, I am a book sniffer. You will have either have thought I have completely lost the plot or secretly smiled and nodded understanding what a book sniffer is. I don’t think its something that is widely understood as why on earth would you sniff a book. Each book smells differently and they all the smells have their different meanings to different people. Old books smell …well old but they also smell of history. A new book smells of things yet to be discovered or read. It doesn’t stop there though. Take to me the local stationary shop and I am giddy with delight. All that lovely stationary just sitting there waiting to be touched, picked up and taken home. Blank sheets of paper waiting to be filled with words, ideas, drawings and imagination.
So from that you probably guess I am an avid reader. I find it impossible to just sit and watch TV; I always have a book open on my lap. I’m not into novels though, my love is fiction. All that learning about things I don’t yet know about.
My daughter has inherited the book worm gene. I tried and failed. I don’t think I have ever found her curled up with a book but she is an outdoors type so I can forgive her for not reading.
My son though is showing signs of inheriting my genes. He has taken the gradual route into reading. At infant and junior school it was a devils own job to get him to look at a book let alone read it. But his confidence has grown and now he is often found sitting quietly reading. His favourite place is sat in the middle of the lawn on a beanbag with books piled up next to him.
Last week though I saw solid confirmation that the book sniffing gene had successfully been passed down. He sniffed a book. So you can keep your gold medals, race record times and anything else that shows you’re good at something. I have a book sniffer and I am proud.
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