It’s tough to fall in love with something and feel judged for that love. Books possess power. They are no more ink and paper than humans are flesh and bones. Humans have souls … books have souls. They reach across oceans. Bridge divides. They are so much more than the hands that write them. Books transcend time. Stories don’t die. They are immortal. They are timeless. I guess I’m a romantic for books. When someone shares my love of a story, it reaches deeper than a kiss, and it’s a bond that can’t be broken.
