As soon as you step over the threshold and the tinkling doorbell rings, you suddenly enter another dimension. Even the smell is different, vaguely musty like old paper. The atmosphere is quiet and weighty, as if heavy words or biting sentences are hanging in the air, each one vying for your attention.
It’s the idea that somewhere in this paper mountain landscape a story is waiting to captivate you, because that’s what good stories do: they grab you and pull you into another world.
Books, they can change your perspective, if only to escape your own reality for a moment.
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song: The Book I Read – Talking Heads
He who kindles the fire of reading books
will never burn his hands on words.
