A good book is like a beloved friend . You keep coming back for a re-read , again and again . You memorise passages , and incidents . The characters live , breathe with you. They do not just live in the print . You are a spectator to the story , unfolding in the arena of your consciousness , like a battle being watched from the side lines , like a meadow of your dreams , like a song sung from the depths of your soul. It lives with you , and is probably bequeathed (one would hope so, ) to your kids as you recount “Adventures of Tom Sawyer /Huckleberry Finn ” or Enid Blyton’s Famous Five to sleepy eyed kids drifting into dreamlands of their own.
You keep coming back for a re-read , again and again . You memorise passages , and incidents . The characters live , breathe with you.
They do not just live in the print .
You are a spectator to the story , unfolding in the arena of your consciousness , like a battle being watched from the side lines , like a meadow of your dreams , like a song sung from the depths of your soul.
It lives with you , and is probably bequeathed (one would hope so, ) to your kids as you recount “Adventures of Tom Sawyer /Huckleberry Finn ” or Enid Blyton’s Famous Five to sleepy eyed kids drifting into dreamlands of their own.