Books are weird. Books don’t care what is going on in the real world. They are constant. If you read a book about a couple falling in love, no matter how many times you read it, they will always fall in love. There is an entire world inside of these sheets of paper that someone thought up and brought to life using words. Books don’t care if you’re rich, poor, gay, straight, black, white, or green. A book that was good to you will be good to someone else. You can read a book and fall in love with someone who doesn’t even exist. Then be heart broken when they die in the next chapter. And nobody will even know that you’re heart just shattered because the world is inside of a book, and not reflected in real life. Real life problems don’t exist while you read. You forget your struggles and worry about something that isn’t real. But while you’re reading, you forget that it isn’t real. It’s all you know at the time. Books can take you anywhere you want. Space, a beach, a wonderland, a concert, anywhere, really. Once you finish that book and close it, you’ll pick up another one. And go to an entirely new world that you’ve never known, and you will fall in love all over again. “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.”
Wow aren’t books great?