Some books are oranges. Some are apples. Some are kumquats and carrots and key-lime pie.

Some are soups made by your grandmother while you sat in a high-chair and your parents laughed and talked with your uncles in the living room.

Some are the smell of coffee and bacon and eggs and a little more smoke than usual in the air in the morning when your dad cooked breakfast.

It's okay to have a special and favorite book, just like it is okay to have a special and favorite food.