A book is an apple. Good apples are thick, and sort of crunchy, with lots of juice. When you’re in the grocery store, strolling down the produce aisle, you're picking though the fruits looking for the best one. Some are yellow, bruised, and soft, other are blackened, hard and dull ... but then there is that one perfect apple. It's shiny, and fresh you hold it in your hands, and it squeaks a little bit when you run your thumb over its illustrious wax skin. Apples like that are the kinds you can't wait to stick your teeth into. You can eat all kinds of different ways, you can cut it up, dip it in sauce, you can fry it up with cinnamon, or you can just bite right into it. You can eat fast or slow. Some apples are red or green and others are a little bit in between. Some apples come sour, others sweet and some are even a little bitter. Everyone has different taste, but for everyone there is a perfect apple. An apple is a book. Good books catch your eyes in the crowd of other dusty books on the shelf. They are thick and juicy. You’re drawn deep into its pages by the intoxicating smell of the ink heavily pressed in the paper. The cover art, painted rich over a glossy jacket hits the light just right, and you hold it in your hand. It squeaks a little bit when you run your thumb over its shining bright face. Books like that are the kinds you want to burls up under your favorite quilt, with a cup of tea, and read until your eyes grow heavy and you just fall asleep. You can read take it anywhere you please. You could read it all in one night, or you could stretch it out over days and really take your time. Some books are happy, or sad and others are little of both. Some books are just for fun, and others are all business and some are even a little insane. Everyone has different taste, but for everyone there is a perfect apple.