I love you. I love to read you and I love to write you. Sometimes I get so emotionally involved with you that I park my enormous white minivan around the corner from my house so I can steal a few minutes alone in the front seat with you instead of going home, where I am needed. Please don't tell my family.
The other thing I love to do with you, dear books, is decorate my home. I think you are the perfect style accessory. Yes, I often judge by your cover. And if I like what I see, I will steal you away and bring you home to live with me. There you will stay for a long, long, long time. At least until I can convince my husband that we should move so I can decorate another home and fill it with.....you! Lots and lots of you!
Some shots of books that I've always loved (via pinterest):
Some shots from my own home: