Scent of a Library

Yesterday I went to the library. I love the library. Everything about it. The stacks of books in their shelves, each one a different world begging to be opened and explored. The labyrinth of  passageways, and the smell. I don't know what it is, but I always decide whether I like a place(or person) by it's smell(I'm not a dog!). And I just love the smell of books. Every one smells a bit different. Some smell old with their crumbling pages, some new with crisp pages. And a whole building full of books like that smells wonderful.