What A Book Does To Me.

There is nothing more beautiful than the vast variations of emotions and ideas that we see in the cracks and crevices of words. The little cracks that split off in a million different directions and leave the reader to chose which path they take. I love how a book can mean something different to everyone, and I believe it does. A swell of emotions pour out of me as I close the cover, having travelled an incredible path with the characters, feeling as if this book was written FOR me. I shed a tear because it's over and I can't resist the urge to read it over and over just to experience it again. That hopeful feeling that gathers in my stomach, the thought that maybe the world would be a better place if everyone would treat themselves to a reading of this book.

hopelesswanderer hopelesswanderer
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Jan 17, 2013