Are you ready to ride imaginary stories as if you were in front of a mirror that double both body and possibilities?
But above all, what is a book?
A book can be by far one of the best companions during growth, it’s basically one of the first objects that came to us, even when it’s just a bunch of pages full of fun and colorful designs. A great quantity of books is given to us as gifts, so we can learn which are the colors that will describe the nuances of everything that overwhelm us. We begin to count, to make animal sounds and learn the names of fruits even if children are reluctant to eat with enthusiasm.
We will learn who our friends are, Tom Thumb, Alice, unicorns and other imaginary characters bond to a positive moral. But we will also learn to watch our backs from the darkness wolves, monsters and ghosts.
Will come then, to fill our backpack, subsidiaries, and math textbook. But it’s when we approach literature writers and poets, that we met the classics. Those wonderful figures that become the heritage of school boredom and mental journeys and later evolve in pleasant and unexpected discovery in the years to come.
As a teenager with a book you will stay in your room, slamming the door. It happens to read with the headphones in your ears, as if it was possible to crush with the noise the teenagers issues, both beautiful andexistential torments at times.
In the set of contrasts described by words and registered by senses, you discover yourself as a young Lolita, embarrassed in gory thoughts. At the same time, like Christiane F., your face draws defeated expressions against multiple forms of life, like a borderline balance between existence and liabilities, wellness and self-harm.
A book is the story of his writer, and become mental expansion of those who read it. Becoming a new way of sharing, ability to recognize ourselves, common good and topic of discussion and debate. Growing up, and during teenhood in general, is the brother or sister lacking to only children, is Mom or Dad voice when the evening came and they read it to you. It’s a friend dedication, with a magical meaning, and, labile as you can be in the age of first loves, you feel moved but not ashamed by the empathy showed. A book is also a pastime and training. Or a way to make distance from your own thoughts, and plunge into someone else’s. But a book will always be a journey for everyone.
The Little Prince says that “Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them”, those same things that maybe they learnet by reading a book.