tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603018275434744408.post4858909001770849343..comments2023-10-26T02:37:38.601-07:00Comments on A GERMAN in WALES: The Smell of Readingjojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649969899895506614noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603018275434744408.post-52921747244994678792014-02-12T07:49:29.809-08:002014-02-12T07:49:29.809-08:00That's so true! I wasn't thinking about it...That's so true! I wasn't thinking about it yet but you are right, there are in fact so many different smells! And your comment about church hall books brought back memories of times listening to dreary sermons :-) You are right about dry books in summer as well! I remember fondly my summer reads that have somehow captured the sun, the beach and still have some sand stuck in between the pages ... :-) jojohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15649969899895506614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603018275434744408.post-77990137619232890742014-02-12T06:47:21.126-08:002014-02-12T06:47:21.126-08:00Oh, yes... YES!! The smell of a book, an old boo...Oh, yes... YES!! The smell of a book, an old book. Browned, and foxed a little, yes, the smell is evocative. For me there is a clear divide, both equally exquisite, both equally transportative. One is the smell of a slightly damp old book, from an old church hall, or forgotten corner of a garage (something too good to throw out, yet something forgotten is in there). The second is the smell of an old dry book. The old dry book in the heat of summer can be heady, scent wafting while the brown vignetting of the page affords a gentleness on the eye.Clarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10666242493279588038noreply@blogger.com