Saying printed on a bookmark I had as a child:
We don't just read books. We love books.
We buy them, collect them, greedily surround ourselves with them. We keep them on shelves and in bins and in big piles on the floor. We have organized shelves and randomly-ordered shelves and to-read shelves. We have books in bed, books in the kitchen, books on the couch, books in our backpacks. Our books distract us when we're bored, lift us when we're sad, and whirl us away to elsewheres of the imagination for hours on end. We share them with friends, eagerly: "Have you read...?" We talk about them, argue about them, write about them.
These are our books.