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I remember how on every weekend we spent most of the time looking for new libraries , book fairs or just hanging around a bookshop . Yes, my dad has a huge passion for reading books. He collects them as if they were food ready to eat. From United States, Spain or France they could come to our house every week. At the beginning we could even named each one of it as if they were persons, but when the collection got bigger we lost memory of the names. The book shelter is about to exploit because there is no more space for new ones. My house was no longer a place for humans, it was converted to a book sanctuary. Arranged in rows, as if they were trained for war, the books were at any place you looked around.  Any topic, definition or just for entertaining a while, he would recommend you a diverse range of books that even you won’t know which one to pick. I could watch my dad every night sitting in his favorite spot in the couch just reading another and another different book. His favorite scientific books are in a special spot in the shelter of the corner of his office. Of course, he has preferences on his books. Each year we traveled to Guadalajara for the International Book Fair that was held year by year in this city. This place was the ultimate toy store for my dad. Just meeting his favorite authors was so exciting for him as if I would meet a Hollywood actor. At the airport , each member of the family would be carrying a backpack on the shoulder and another one in the hand, obviously full packed of books. We also had to make space on each one of the suitcase. Every place we have gone , it’s for sure that we have visited at least one bookshop. If he didn’t come with one book from every place , he would change his mood and returned sad. In some occasions,  my dad has a book disease, which the main symptoms are a strong headache and a bad humor. In that case , the best medicine we can give him is a book pill and a bookshop injection. To make sure if he was reacting to the drugs , just watching him seated with his glasses on is enough. Its takes more that just a bunch of trees converted to paper to make my dad happy, it’s the emotional meaning they bring to him.