Loving books is agony.
There are so many stories, and so many lives to live.
There are thousands are realities who know nothing of our own in those pages.
Yet there seems to be so little time to live them, so little resources to attain them.

There is nothing like the ache to read everything that catches you, ensnares you in their concept;
And the knowledge that you cannot have them all.
Which life do you live this time?
The hardest part: Choosing only one.

One is never sure what pains will squeeze their hearts in those pages,
Or what moments will come to make them laugh aloud in public.
They will never predict where the moment will come that brings tears to their eyes.
There is pain, and happy moments in these pages in your hands.

Enjoy them.
Every ache, laugh, tear, and hour spent mulling over the events are worth it.

Be a book lover.