Do you know the smell you feel when you enter a book shop? For me it is something magic, hypnotic… I can’t resist and I start walking among the shelves, I read the titles, I see the pictures. A cover or an author I know attracts my attention and so I take the book and I start glancing at it. Touching its rough pages, the smell is even more intense and for me it’s magic. I can’t resist. I have never left a book shop without buying a book.
I have passed this passion on my daughter Giorgia, my first-born. She loves books, just hold them in hand and glance at without understanding what it is written in… when my husband and I go on holiday we take more books (and we are aware of this) than those we can really read with two little daughters to look after. A book in my bag is like a friend, a silent presence, an experience which is waiting to be read and it is there for me.