When I turned to the last page, my heart dropped to my stomach. I sighed, slamming the …show more content…
It is a coping mechanism, an intellectual journey, and a necessary home. With each new adventure, my heart flutters, and chills cover my skin like the flow of an ocean to the shore. With each new adventure, I paint a picture that fills a canvas of all the lives I have lived. Books impelled me to fight for myself, and they gave me a chance. Through books, I can find my inner peace, I can discover, or I can travel through worlds of magic, kings and queens, time machines, war, or love. I can understand a character, see their growth, and reflect on them. I can live next to the stars, or I can live in a castle. I can fight for those I love, or I can fight for myself. My love for books did not create who I am today, but it exposed the qualities I never tried to