Sometimes I worry that I’ll never find another book that I love. That I’ll never feel that strong connection that I have with some books. The feeling that I want to reach through the pages, between the lines of text and grab the author’s hand. I want to see that the mind such brilliant words came from is real. I want to put the book under my pillow or hold it in my arms as I sleep and hope that some of its beauty will rub off on me. And I feel this way about so many books. There can only be so much beauty in the world and what if these authors hold it all? What if everyone writes book that are just filled with words? I don’t want to read something like that, I want to feel that every book is filled with passion. If I read something that isn’t, I fear that the magic of all the books will start to fade.
Sometimes I worry that I’ll never find another book that I love. That I’ll never feel that strong connection that I have with some books. The feeling that I want to reach through the pages, between the lines of text and grab the author’s hand. I want to see that the mind such brilliant words came from is real. I want to put the book under my pillow or hold it in my arms as I sleep and hope that some of its beauty will rub off on me. And I feel this way about so many books. There can only be so much beauty in the world and what if these authors hold it all? What if everyone writes book that are just filled with words? I don’t want to read something like that, I want to feel that every book is filled with passion. If I read something that isn’t, I fear that the magic of all the books will start to fade.
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