I love books. I know: you either like reading or you don’t. I do. A lot.
Reading a book gives you the chance to travel, explore, open your mind. But also it helps when everything around is going to shit, you are having a bad day or the people are more annoying than usual. In such situations you can rely on a good book, on a good story, to cheer you up and diverge the thoughts, even if only temporarily, just to take a breath and regroup before coping with…everything.
Okay, this may sound like a rant from a book-lover. But I don’t care, it’s how I feel about books. And I am sure I am not the only one. Wink-wink to all the book-lovers who don’t know how to communicate properly.