In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
|—||Juliette Ferrars - Shatter Me (via unwarned)|
Seeing you for the first time was like picking up a hardcover book I’d never read. Knowing that in my hands I held the potential that was a story too great to be held within the confines of its pages.
The best covers are the simplest because I know, there is nothing simple about a book and some don’t need the introduction notorious of paperbacks. The best speak for themselves. Hearing your voice greet me, I saw your name written over every inch of that blank cover.
Without turning the first page I knew there was something special about this book that surpassed anything I could ever hope to imagine.
I wanted to stay where I was, holding you, the alluring tale, and marvelling at this intrinsic enthral that had come over me; but I grew impatient as my certainty grew that the manuscript would prove to be just as fascinating.
Curling up in some safe place I read every word twice and hurried through to the end and then read you all over again and again. It seemed to me that every chapter held something new each time around.
You became my favourite book and I loved the way you were written, even with the occasional grammar and spelling errors; each word was chosen perfectly. I prefer your spelling of words to that of the dictionary’s anyway.
You are worth the hundredth read.