Sometimes I wonder what would life have been under the soft shadow of your tresses; this darkness lost in the sparkle of your eyes. Oblivious of pain I would have lost myself in the contours of your beautiful body. The nectar of your lips the answer to the bitterness of the world; your tresses to
Welcome to LBC
Established in 2006, we started with an aim to connect book lovers over coffee and conversation.
This is our origin story.