Sometimes it seems to me that books are my second reality, perhaps even more real than the first. The book is a portal. It takes you to the past, the future, to another country, into someone else's head. You can become a king, a beggar, an astronaut, a lover.β¦ You experience other people's lives, learn from other people's mistakes, and see the world through other people's eyes. And it's pricelessπ
Reading develops imagination, expands vocabulary, and teaches you to think critically. A book is the best conversationalist. She doesn't interrupt, doesn't impose her opinion, she just tells the story. And you decide for yourself what to take from itπ€
Do you often read books, not to read, but to plunge into another world?π₯°