I love books
I love books. I seem not to understand why some people loathe them. While some people see them as just collation of papers with letters embedded in them, I see them as worthy friends with potentials to change the reader from the inside-out through thoughts reconstruction and purpose consciousness. Books wield too much power than any combination of weaponry! Sometimes, my imagination just flips to calling them my adopted kids but unlike little ones that suck and learn from a mother, they teach me things deeper and walk me the higher ladders of life while guiding me into positions. Books are full of wit and wisdom, very much strength can be drawn from them, the more I read them, the more the light is paved across the road for me and the more I study them, the more I found my feet incredibly so high across the tents of the earth.
Even the smells of books are overwhelming, the scents they give me spur the desire to breathe them in as oxygen like my life depends on them, and to be fair enough, they really do. Newly printed manuscripts, piled to a cover with creative design looks more like top models with fine body soaked in adorable body spray to steal our eyes away from their faults (truth they proclaim: do not judge a book by its cover), the smell as they hover across shelves of library and book stores though depreciates but still carries the originality of their carbonic scent to pick one or more and take with me. It seems it is a deliberate act by the publishers to knowingly capture attention not just with the design alone which attracts sense of sight but almost or all the sensory elements of the body. I love to have them beside me as I am through reading for the day so as to have them reveal more as I lose consciousness in my sleep.
As much as I desire the warmth-lovely-feeling of books and having them close beside me, I cannot but admire some wittingly crafty authors, gifted beyond and beneath to skillfully plot or lure us into every detail of their imaginations. I love more of those who take their time to put to papers, the thousand minds of the readers into their spaceships of creative genius- to take them into another planet overlooked as they interestingly are moved beyond words. I believe the best authors are the ones that can constructively lure us into the unknown galaxies and help us make a home within their fashioned imagination. There is more to books than just the words, artful diagrams and codified alphabets or letters, a good author knows for sure that the book must just pass beyond the sensory organs, it must find abode in the mind where it does the needful necessary: strike the reader, provoke a tissue of thoughts and birth a desire to create. As much as I love the beauty of books, the fine scent, the colorful suited covers, and arrangements of calligraphy, I am so much in love with those odd intelligent authors who are more inclined to the after-effects on their readers. A book that would not provoke a change is not worthy of my bed, my caress and my shelf. I love books but I love eccentric authors the more.