No, I was much more interested in something else, something that was ingrained in my soul. I lifted a heavy book to my face, closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I exhaled very fast before inhaling again. A smile came upon my face and I lowered the book. I opened my eyes…and saw half of the library gawking at me with repulsion. Haven’t they ever seen someone do that before? I was not ashamed and I will admit it to the world. My name is Suzette and I’m a book sniffer.

—Suzette Andujar writes about her love of old book smell for the Rowan University newspaper, The Whit Online. Read more at Andujar: Smells like paper spirit.