tattoolit: “From that day on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.” A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
Idea for me. Not this exactly, though. From the original page: Books on my right forearm. Really no meaning to it other than a) I like reading and b) I like the way books look. Done by Brett Burnham at Electric Tattoo in Pasadena, Maryland.