I love you.
I love you because you are full of words and people who love words.
I love you because I always feel at home in you.
I love you for the company you offer.
I love you because you contain multitudes.
I love you because you've got room for everybody.
I love you because you are a time capsule, a storehouse and a treasure chest. I love you because you are a mirror and a window.
I love you because you are a magnifying glass, a microscope and a telescope.
I love you because you contain maps and guidebooks and sign-posts.
I love you because you contain prayer and poetry.
I love you because you contain much that is strange and fabulous and yet you remain so familiar.
I love you because you are full of questions. I love you because you are full of answers.
I love you because you are full of voices. I love you because you are full of listeners.
I love you because you harbour surprises, and jokes, and silliness and general foolishness.
I love you because bookshops have survived book-burnings and censorship, war and economic upheaval, and
might survive digital technologies too.
I hope so.
Yours very faithfully
Ro