If we could, for hours, stop being ourselves to enjoy being someone else, wouldn’t we take advantage of the opportunity? And if we didn’t stop being ourselves, but rather each word we read brought us closer to a fantasy, to a world full of intrigue, to a path already traveled or to a phrase that made us reflect, wouldn’t we want to move forward?
What is hidden in the books is nothing but a door to the imagination, some words already said in your mind, a nod to what you have lived in dreams, some letters already read that bring to life what you would not do or say in your days.
If through books you can learn, grow, live and know, wouldn’t it be nice to have more hours to be able to be in them? In each story told, written, read and loved, a new bond is born, a way of giving yourself time.
“Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside” – Carlos Ruiz Zafón.
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