A good book feels like home.
When you leave it’s world behind, you yearn to get back to it. You find yourself uncomfortable in the real and present world that feels alien to you.
You seek those who have read the same book and you connect with them like compatriots of the same nation.
You discuss the nuances of that world with as much ease and fervor as an emigrant or an exile.
And when you do return to it, you feel like you’ve returned to family.
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