All my life, I’ve been known to love books. You can ask any friend or family member what I want for any celebration and the answer will always be “give her a book”. I’ve been talking about books for what feels like my whole life.
But when did it really start? When did I become so attached to these collections of pages that for some people are but a lifeless object? When did I hit the point of no return on this adventure with books?
I believe great things take time, but I am also of the opinion that there are moments in our lives that are so intense, so profound that you can pinpoint the exact moment when something inside you has changed, and perhaps that’s why I remember the first book I fell in love with.
Maybe it wasn’t my first book, but it was the first one that spoke to me so clearly that my soul was awakened.
So here’s a small list of what books have meant in my life, and (I’m quite sure) in any other bookworm’s life.
1. Books send us messages
By putting into words the feelings that we’re having, the authors send an important message: You are not alone in your feelings. They keep you company when you’re feeling misunderstood. They even keep you accompanied in during long waits and unbearable queues; I carry a book everywhere I go, even places I know I won’t be reading in.
I always have a book on my table because just knowing that I have a book with me is comforting.