I've always loved used bookstores. There's something incredibly romantic in knowing that a secondhand book-- at one point in time-- spoke to and ignited a sort of change in a complete stranger and is now somehow intimately molding me too.
Lately my favorite souvenir to get when I'm visiting a different city is a used book.
"Because reading is something that molds you and adds to your character. Each triumph, lesson and pivotal moment of the protagonist becomes your own.
Every ache, pain and harsh truth becomes yours to bear. You’ve traveled with authors and experienced the pain, sorrow and anguish they suffered while writing through it. You’ve lived a thousand lives and come back to learn from each of them."
Even though it's slightly unnerving how my random selections of books have shown some eerie relevance to my life, it's more important that these stirring works have created dense anchors to my real life memories.
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