Good stories never wear out, re-gift a book!
…books everywhere piled up in heaps, the rare companions of a solitude not self-imposed but sought.
Like so many of the other books I read, it never seemed to me like a book, but like a place I had lived in, had visited and would visit again, just as all the people in them, every blessed one – Anne of Green Gables, Heidi, Jay Gatsby, Elizabeth Bennet, Scarlet O’Hara, Dill and Scout, Miss Marple, and Hercule Poirot – were more real than the real people I knew.
I lived within the cover of books and those books were more real to me than any other thing in my life.
I have found that reading is much better than a good sleep.
So many books to read, will I ever finish reading?
Books are more to treasure than cars.
If a book can save-redeem us from the mediocrity of the mundane-surely, there must be a God.
When I have money, I invest in buying books. My personal development by reading these books is my greatest pleasure.
Self learner; reading.