Books are remarkable creatures. They can depress a person, make you happy, excite you and tear you down all with a couple of words arranged in some incredible way. Apart from the obvious uses, books can be used for many other things.
They make a really good makeshift coffee table. Provides a flat surface, easy to carry and fits anywhere. Or perhaps you could use it to dry out flowers and leaves as a memory of some unnaturally beautiful place. A stowaway for old photographs and letters that we might or might not want to remember. The book in your backpack, the perfect headrest for a snooze in the grass. Or, it’s possible that you could just plain read it. Then again, no real fun in doing that, is there?
Textbooks, novels - fiction, non-fiction, science fiction, fantasy, history and art, self-help books and children's books. There’s never ending list of books and a never ending list of authors. Each it’s own genre, just like music has it’s own flavor, it’s own audience and it’s own stereotype.
Books are somewhat of an enigma, while they are revealing at the same time. They lead you into the mystery of the story between the covers while at the same time revealing the story and the mind of the author along with it.
“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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