*this is true→* this is sooooooo wrong. Bookstores are treasure troves of the scent of paper, of the readers, of imagining and dreams and adventure, wool coats and summer days and wet dogs. It's certainly not about unread books, because that's tragic.
"Look at me Jax" Wynter demands, placing her hands on his shoulders. The boy focused on her with eyes wide in terror. "You are going to be fine. You come from a long line of lunatics" despite his panic, a smile spread across his face