“-I feel so bad. So bad for the people who don’t understand the feeling of having a book so good that it morphes time. Not understanding that when you read a good book time goes by the way it does in the book. You can read for 2 minutes about an ENTIRE night or 10 about how it felt to spend 1 minute in someone’s arms..
-I feel bad for the people who have never come to love a character so deeply that it breaks your heart to finish the book because it feels like you’ve just been abandoned.
-I feel bad for the people who haven’t learned that if you’re unhappy with your current situation or location that you could disappear into an ENDLESS amount of worlds so huge that they fit perfectly between the pages of the book that lies in your hands.
-I feel so bad for the people that have never stayed up until 4am reading a book because it’s so good that you just can’t put it down.
I feel so bad for the people who have never gotten to experience the feeling of not being alone because at least the characters in your book understand you.
-I feel bad for the people who don’t know how great it is to read your favorite book for the millionth time and still have it feel like the very first time.
-I feel bad for the people who will ever understand the one way connection you feel between yourself and an author.
-The people who don’t find comfort in the smell of a books pages, or the tingle in your hands from gripping the book so tightly in that one part that gives you chills, or even been so overtaken by the emotions you get that you throw the book to the other side of the room
I feel so bad for those people.”