I love books and I am especially fond of old books. Is it the smell? You know: that kind of woody, smoky scent that surrounds these beauties. Or is it the feeling when you open a book and flip through its precious pages for the first time? And how is it that old books often look so much prettier than freshly printed ones? Just imagine being in a whole libary full of old books! You can almost sense that special atmosphere, can't you?