Reading Is Sexy

I’ve always thought so.

I found this image on bookshelfporn.com,

I’ve mentioned them before,

a veritable cornucopia of book shots,

 for the bookishly inclined.

Reading is sexy,

 readers are sexy,

 and writers are really sexy.

Although,

 if you hung out in my bookstore some afternoons,

you could say readers are,

 psycho or strange or socially retarded,

whatever,

Reading is sexy.

The act itself is sexy,

the intimate communication between two minds,

the writer’s and the reader’s,

the tactile aspect,

the feel of the book,

 the smell of it,

the weight of it,

no doubt,

sexy.

The acquisition of knowledge,

exciting, enlightening and sexy.

Remember that teacher,

you know which one,

for me,

 it was the smell of Opium by St-Laurent,

firm breasts in a tight sweater and,

 the reading of Macbeth out loud.

Be still my heart.

Maybe for you it was a shop teacher,

a History professor.

makes no difference,

whatever floats your boat,

fact is,

 it stems from reading.

A librarian looks at you over her glasses,

a writer gazes at you,

with impossibly deep dark eyes.

Yeah, Baby!

You read?

The whole world is at your disposal, fingertips,

and that my friends is,

 sexy,

 in every sense of the word.

Later girls,

BB

*** nothing like fluff, to start the year on the proper light note:-)***