A book isn’t like ramen. Or a packet of hot chocolate. You interact with those, but they’re still separate from you. External. Independent. Anyone could pour the water and get the same thing. Books are different: A book is a kiss. A book is a dance. A story might come from a book, but the story doesn’t live there. The story lives in you. And that version of the story is different than any other version in the world because of what you bring. Because of what you think and feel. That’s unique. It’s rare and wonderful.
