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June 2012
14

It is not just books I love. It’s story. It’s drama. It’s the characters. It’s words that speak wonders. It’s the idea that somewhere someone wrote a story that is exactly how I feel or would like to be.

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June 2012
06

When I finish a book, it’s like I’m leaving my new friends behind and I don’t want to go.

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April 2012
22

I read for fun, interest, insight, a good laugh, a cry, in retrospect, in depth, and just because. Books aren’t just words on a page. They inform and help define who I will become. I can learn from the character’s mistakes and understand the world differently from their perspective. I read because I hate how reality binds me to this demanding life. I read to find myself some piece of what I know I can never truly attain.

April 2012
05

My relationship with fictional characters is separated into two factions: relating to them or crying over them.

March 2012
27

I can not imagine giving my books permanently.

March 2012
24

The problem is not that I do not have enough to read. It’s what do I read next.

March 2012
12

If I can talk with a boy about my favorite authors and poems, then he’s basically marriage material.

March 2012
02

I blame the books I have read for the high expectations I have in life and relationships.

February 2012
09

Well-written books should be thoroughly absorbed. They should be breathed in slowly and appreciated, so take time to read them and let them take you places.

February 2012
08

I measure my life out in turned pages.

February 2012
06

My life is made up of the stories I’ve read, made up, heard, skimmed, were taught, listened to, felt, lost, and even the ones I write.

February 2012
03
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I love book sales. I would love them even more if it didn’t mean a book store was going out of business.

January 2012
30

After I finished reading a book, I feel like the author and I are friends.

January 2012
27

I don’t just read an author’s work. I laugh at their stupid jokes. I cry with them when times get tough. I understand their point they wish to make to the world. I gush about their beautifully phrased proses. I sit and listen to their ideas. They become my friend.