Books, books, books.
Today I'm going to rant about - DUNDUNDUUUUUN - books! Everyone loves books, right? And those who don't, must either be unable to read books, have read one awful book or are just super-happy with their life. After all:
They just don't get it. When walking trough library, it's like passing by hundreds of different kind of stories and people. There so much life and imagination jammed into those pages that it makes my head feel dizzy just by thinking about it. What is left of us after we pass away? Stories of course! And what is a better way to give a memory of yourself to others than by showing them your personality, stuffed into those pages.
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Never had the feeling? I'm sure as hell the answer is yes. After all, when you have curled up in your comfy armchair with a steaming hot cup of your favourite tea beside you, a good book in your hand, you get this warm and fuzzy feeling - the same one you get when laughing with your friends - and you never want that moment to stop, you never want to lose that feeling of happiness. And then, when you finish the last page of that book, you're left with an empty feeling but a good story in your heart.
Now, excuse me, I'm going to library to find my next adventure and live a few hours somewhere else - 17th century? Steampunk-era? Modern day? A pirate life? Teenager? A wizard? A dragon rider? - I haven't decided yet who I would like to read about today.
They just don't get it. When walking trough library, it's like passing by hundreds of different kind of stories and people. There so much life and imagination jammed into those pages that it makes my head feel dizzy just by thinking about it. What is left of us after we pass away? Stories of course! And what is a better way to give a memory of yourself to others than by showing them your personality, stuffed into those pages.
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Never had the feeling? I'm sure as hell the answer is yes. After all, when you have curled up in your comfy armchair with a steaming hot cup of your favourite tea beside you, a good book in your hand, you get this warm and fuzzy feeling - the same one you get when laughing with your friends - and you never want that moment to stop, you never want to lose that feeling of happiness. And then, when you finish the last page of that book, you're left with an empty feeling but a good story in your heart.
Now, excuse me, I'm going to library to find my next adventure and live a few hours somewhere else - 17th century? Steampunk-era? Modern day? A pirate life? Teenager? A wizard? A dragon rider? - I haven't decided yet who I would like to read about today.