Don’t you just love books
I remember as a kid, reading most of the Secret Seven, Famous Five,
then graduating to the Billy Bunter series, The Hardy Boys and
many others.
A book is magic in a cover. You can travel to faraway places,
relive the horror of war, identify the killer and then prove your case.
You can walk through English country gardens, climb mount Everest,
have tea in Wonderland, dine with Kings, swim with sharks and
go to just about anywhere you want with whoever you like and just
do anything you want.
You can cook, cry, laugh, be inspired, find redemption,
learn, walk through cathedrals, fall overboard, walk a thousand miles
n someone else’s shoes, hear without ears, see without eyes, feel angry,
scared, happy, sad and every other emotion under the sun, all between covers.
I read once that “there is nothing nicer than spending the weekend in bed
with a good book, or with a naughty girl who has read one.”
Fact is that despite all the technology, television, internet, and all the othe
r gadgetry, there is nothing quite like reading a book. And then there are
the bookshops that hold all these treasures, just waiting to be discovered.
It matters none if it is a new or a second read book, the pleasure is all the same.