There’s fun little book I read once, where, beneath the the city of Bookholm, a race of little green critters lived in thousand mile catacombs made of books. They consumed books for sustenance: too many mass market mysteries and horrors would make them plump, while a good old biology textbook, though it didn’t taste so great, was full of healthy nutrients.
Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I’m pretty sure I was one of these little green blobs in a past life. If you are too, then perhaps you’d like to read my blog.
The book by the way is “The City of Dreaming Books” by Walter Moers, and I recommend that all books lovers give it a go.