There's something undeniably charming about chopping the corners off a rectangle and calling it futuristic.
I always adored this book as a kid. I would have been over the moon with a caterpillar I could eat!
There's no shame in being a bookworm. Look how proud this little dude is!
Do you think that by repeating the word "book" I'll believe that it's a book more fervently?
You're obviously not one of those people who tries to hide what they're reading on the bus.
I'm going to call her Nadine. Because I can. Nadine's contribution to this month's book club meeting is a pot of lovely oolong tea and a sprightly debate about Balzac. She's always got an opinion.
I see no good reason why everything in my home should not be made out of books in some way.