Books

I've been reading one of the new books I got for Christmas on the bus for the past couple of days, and this morning I got mad at one of our garbagey travel mugs for leaking a drop or two of coffee on it. But then I remembered what Mamutė taught me, Devėta knyga yra mylėta knyga: A worn out book is a beloved book. So who wants a book with no stains on it anyway?