Happiness is Real Books

Okay, I know you can’t buy happiness, but you can buy beautiful hardcovers and that are very happy making, not just because they’re beautiful, but because inside are some of the best times you’ve ever had reading. I just wrote a scene in which a guy who is leaving My Girl buys her a box full of hardcovers of her favorite books because he knows she has all them all in digital form, but he also knows that to make a home, you need books, beautiful books on shelves and not-so-beautiful books–some of them are very old out of print novels–but the books you love, like old friends around you, worlds you love you can escape to. And then since I’d given those books to My Girl in her story, I bought some for me in real life–Pratchets and a gorgeous reprint of the first Rivers of London–because I want those in my house. I want to be able to walk by a bookshelf and just pick one off. That makes me so happy.

What made you happy this week?