I am an aspiring writer. I love all things philosophy and anything bound between two covers.
I live to read & I exist to write.
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Starting a new book is much like making a new friend. You turn the first page, stumble through and over the words of the first few chapters often skeptical and wary, as you both become acquainted with each other. You raise an eyebrow at the setting and the new characters being thrust at you. The new lives you’re being forced to take an interest in and accept. You stop, often mid-sentence, turn the book on it’s side and examine the chunk that remains, untouched and in your right hand. You examine the chunk that you have left to read, and because what that chunk contains is a mystery to you, you put faith in it, this chunk. You take a second to reason with your skeptical, pessimistic self, and tell yourself that perhaps, if it wasn’t worth the read, then the publishers would never have produced the thousands….millions of copies that they did. The publishers wouldn’t waste my time like that, would they? So you plod on, and before you know it, you’re fifteen chapters deep and have solidified a friendship. And, by the time you reach the end, by the time it’s time to say goodbye, and hundreds of pages have been turned through you being so engaged that you forgot to notice, you feel like the story has only just begun, you yearn for further involvement in the characters’ lives. But, it’s time to say goodbye. It’s time to leave the new world you were visitor to and your new friends behind. You pick up a new book, skepticism sets in again, and a new journey begins.