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| The Magic of Books[1999-04-18]A book is a magic kingdom, a sanctuary for the mind, a bed to lie an rest yourself on, a mirror of your dreams or a reflection of your nightmares. Intimately huddling up with a book, it does its best to make you feel like the surrounding world does not exist, that time is of no consequence, and the only thing to worry about is the horrible moment when the last page has been reached. Some books can be read over and over and over, other books are meant only for reading once, just once. Some books translate well into other languages than the original one, but most books only does themselves full credit if read in the original language. Some books tell tales of the life near us, what happens now, or what happened just a few years ago. Other books tell of what happens on the other side of the earth. Yet others tell about what happened many many years ago. Some books do not tell about what happened, but about what could have happened, or what might happen. Others yet tell about other worlds only existing in imagination, worlds where animals, people, vegetation all are unfamiliar. Some tell us of travel through time, space or across oceans, some about a man or woman talking a strawl in the park. Some books tell of war; making light of it by glorifying conquests. Others tell about the darker aspects of war; the grim reality, the victims. Several books tell stories of love. Lucky love, unanswered love, painful love, impossible love. Books are magic. A sort of magic that never dies. And I love that magic. |
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