French Secret #39
French Women read books. Real books, made with paper and ink!
(This is not to say there's anything wrong with our devices.)
But with a real book, you might tuck inside a pretty yellow maple leaf that you found on your walk earlier in the day.
Or you could press a delicate wild flower inside the middle of your beloved book.
Then, there's the possibility that years might pass before you pick up the book once again, only to discover this delicious treasure. And suddenly, your remember everything and more. The past blossoms up, right before your eyes.
That's the joy of real books.
Do you ever hide things in books? What do you like to put in them? I'd love to hear about it!
P.S. If you're in Paris this Wednesday, I'll be speaking at The American Library in Paris!