Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another; love as brothers, be tenderhearted, be courteous; not returning evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary blessing, knowing that you were called to this, that you may inherit a blessing…
literature is such a blessing.
I mean think about it.
-the scene is as rich as the author’s description and my imagination. it’s like watching a tv series or movie, but with no breaks and on my own terms.
I’ll be the one who chooses when to put the book down, or pick it back up.
it requires the reader’s participation; as if you’re part of the story, too. your eyes take in the lines of the book, and convert them into images. you’re moved by the vicissitudes of the characters-and you observe every little detail.
you’re transported into another land and clime, basking in exotic culture and seeing a different world from your own. you get under the skin of myriad characters and experience and larger-than-live existence… yes, literature is truly a blessing.