The type of book doesn’t matter.
The genre of the book doesn’t matter.
The time of reading doesn’t matter.
As long as I curl up, alone, with a book in my hand, I feel complete.
It may seem a bit of exaggeration to some. But, for me, Books complete me.
The feel of the book in my hand,
The scratchy noise of the pages turning in the silent room,
The play of the words before my eyes, and
The play of the scene in my mind,
Getting transported to a parallel dimension
Where only me and my book exist.
Books are what I call, ‘My Solace’.
If I could keep on writing about my love for books, I could go on forever.That is when I realized that nothing could ever take the place of books in my life. Not a person, not a thing. The loving feeling that fills up my heart at the mention of books, you could think that I’m actually talking about a person! In fact, the passion that I get towards books feels like a personification of an actual person.
Books are what, that made me go through life, and
Books are what, I will live for.