Books are kind of the best inanimate thing ever. They can make you laugh, can introduce you to another world or an alternate reality, they can remind you what is true and how to be kind. They can scare you (thanks, The Shining), enthrall you then make you throw them across the room in frustration when the guys you’re rooting for lose (I’m looking at you, ending of The Witching Hour), and give you vicarious super powers (I would completely eat vials of metal if it meant I could push around metal with my mind). I’m not a writer, so I can’t really explain it, I just love stories.

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