The reason, I think, why I wanted to collect seashells so badly is because I coveted my boyfriend’s collection so much. I love seashells, but have no use for them around the house. They’re better off living at the beach, which is where I’ll leave them from now on, unless it’s a broken colorful shard I can add to a jar I already have going. If I ever start missing the sight of them, I’ll buy a picture book.