George GissingI know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.
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In his book, The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho says, “I know every book of mine by its smell.” He was talking about how he could smell a book in the same way that he could smell a person. When he put his nose between the pages of a book, he could tell how much he had read and how deeply he had been immersed in the story. Smell is a sense that we all have and is a great way to remember things from our youth.
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