The books wait to speak their words, their ink on papery leaves that will stay even though centuries may pass. It is mankind’s intellect at its finest, showing how these logical abilities are a blessing when combined with love. And so, they might only be ink from a printing press, but they are hope in a way I haven’t felt before. That’s what a good book can do – change the world by showing a beautiful perspective.
These days, it is easy to lose yourself in the daily hum-drum of mechanical lives, making it harder with every passing moment to find time for yourself. But books – filled with all those magical thoughts and moments written in just twenty-six letters sewed again and again – can help you find a safe haven, in a world far away from ours. These books are like teleport crystals which have the power to transport you to another world in seconds if you only dare to read it.
After each hectic day of hours spent in front of screens and inside white-walled rooms with seizure-inducing lights, when at the end of the day you just want to relax and get rid of that dull throb in your head, watching movies, or playing video games doesn’t help; it makes you more lethargic, and draws you out so much, that you cannot focus, if you want to get back to your work later. But books, with those easy flowing stories, and tangible characters, will introduce you to new friends and family and take you on an exhilarating adventure, leaving you in a blissful state.
The World of Books has taught me things…important things that real people in real world couldn’t. Enid Blyton, who introduced to me “friendship”, Roald Dahl who taught me the importance of “family”, Jane Austen who made me fall in love with love, Charles Dickens who touched my heart with his hauntingly true stories about society and so many others. And so, I have always wanted to be a part of that world, maybe a character, but unfortunately, I am not. I don’t have the privilege of riding a dragon, or training to be an assassin. Instead, in my free time, I curl up on my window seat, with a book in my hand, and lose myself to some other world, as the author’s music flows through me.
The World of Books is a place where you can be anybody, and you can do anything. It is of course not free of misery because that would be unrealistic, and a complete lie. And yes, although the stories are made up and all though none of it is technically real, stories never really lie. It is a world that will welcome you with open arms, and weep when you leave, and yet, they will never make you feel lost, or a stranger to yourself. These papers have shown me things, this world could never show me. In this world I found myself. And in these words, I hope you find a way to find yourself.