Books and markets and London south bank book market

I have been reading since I couldn't read a word. Even then my mother would read the hungry caterpillar to me in my groovy chic pyjamas at bed time. 

It calms me in a way that nothing else can. 

Its one of the only worlds I am certain that I belong in. Being in a place like London South Bank Book market makes me smile. Even when I am shivering in a bitter October morning in nothing but my boyfriend's scarf and my leather jacket- I feel warm and content inside.

There is a certain feeling that only turning a page can give you. The smell of ink and tea stained pages in the morning. The action that makes you feel excited. It rises like bubbles in a soda stream. 

I run my fingers along each spine delicately, as if they are fragile enough to shatter with one touch. The children's section where a Beatrix Potter collection stands confidently despite one missing. Number 20. As you get older you tend to forget things without realising you've forgotten them at all. All it takes is one object to launch you into nostalgia. 

Because after seven years of exams, 3 years of anxiety and suicidal thoughts and nearly two decades of memories- it really should have come as no surprise to me. That I would have forgotten my love for a fictional rabbit. Picture frames, snow globes, albums and money boxes in a crate upstairs in the attic.

There is an antique section of hardback classics. Strangely impressed by a copy of Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. I will forever appreciate a beautiful book like this just as my grandmother will always appreciate a good apple pie. The book itself looks precious- with a ribbon bookmark and a solid moss green cover.

I stay there for a while going through each isle looking for reasons to stay there longer- Maybe i will come across a new table I had some how missed. But the chill eventually reaches my chest through the leather and I know it is time to continue walking....  

I wish everybody the ability to find they're happy place. I wish them happiness in what ever they find enjoyable and I hope they feel as though they can share their passions with they're loved ones... sometimes it is not an easy thing to do.