You know the feeling at the end of the day, when you're all done with work, or at least you decide it's time to quit? The house is quieting down, the TV is off, the crickets are starting up outside, and the moon begins it's climb high into the azure sky, accompanied by it's entourage of millions of stars.
The book you've been waiting to dig into is sitting, full of unknown promise, on your bedside table. Your most comfortable clothes are on and your favorite drink is at your elbow. You crack it open to the place reluctantly marked the night before, and continue a journey into someone else's mind. You may never have met them, but someone is taking you to places you've never been, introducing you to people, places, happenings, imaginary, yet so real that when the book is over, you feel you know them. And the magical act of deciphering black symbols on white pages bound together in one book has made all this possible.
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