pretty much my favorite thing to hold in my hands.
the excitement when I get the book I've been waiting for is sometimes too much to handle.
I have a book with me everywhere I go.
The doorway to another world.
the best way to simply check out of life for awhile.
an opportunity to live someone else's life.
Just a collection of 26 letters?
Simply a made up story?
Full of fictional characters?
Part of our lives.
But shaping and reliving itself in our heads.
Making my own decisions as my eyes dance across the page.
The author isn't the only one writing the book.
It could mean something so very different to me than it does to you.
That's the magic of it all.
Books are my life,
what are they to you?
p.s. Has anyone out there finished Mark of Athena? Because I need emotional support.