A bit flowery, perhaps, but the first memory of that book has never left me. Whatever I may feel after I read it again I will never lose that sense of reality it gave me. I may have felt wonder at the book itself, but the story seemed to be revealing some truth about the way the world really was.
Sure, I was young and I wanted things to be that way – a world with secrets, though not as dangerous. I wanted that mystery to really be in the world and I wanted to discover the secrets myself. I still want that now that I’m older. One way to explore the secrets is through books – reading and writing them. All the mysteries of the world and more are there for us.
Pretty cool, huh?
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