(Photo © Paul Tian)
In an age where information mixes with misinformation at a breakneck pace, where opinions fragment into stark dualities, wisdom sometimes lies in the ability to dive into reading.
George RR Martin rightly reminds us:
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, the man who does not read only lives one.”
In this media whirlwind where attention is a rare commodity, a writer’s words guide us through worlds, emotions and ideas.
As Umberto Eco said:
“Books are not there to reflect the image of our vanity, but to construct spaces in which the reader can get lost, where he can find himself.”
Certainly, it is true that the acquisition of books never ceases to worry wallets. However, the world of reading offers treasures that are much more accessible than they seem.
As Jorge Luis Borges suggests,
“Books are not only friends, but also keepers of time. They speak of the past and shed light on the future.”
All you have to do is carefully observe your environment to find these precious book boxes that invite us to make the choice of discovery, escape and intellectual journey.
When we immerse ourselves in a captivating story, when each word envelops us and the pages are turned with enthusiasm, literary intoxication takes hold of us.
As William Styron suggests:
“A great book is a friendship that you keep all your life.”
Reading offers us the opportunity to expand our understanding of the world, cultivate our empathy, and forge deep connections with authors, those silent companions of our imagination.
So, let’s not hesitate to let ourselves be carried away by the magic of reading, to explore the worlds it offers us, and to savor the literary intoxication that results from it.
The “book barrel” is there, offering the opportunity to enjoy literary treasures, far from invasive and destructive screens!
My book, Sirocco and Watermelon
A few years ago, during a walk in a Norman village, I came across a book box similar to this one. Among the works carefully deposited, my eye was attracted by a novel by James Ellroy, The Black Dahlia. It was like meeting an old friend. I picked it up and took it home, curious to find out where this book I found by chance would take me.
Each evening, immersed in its pages, I found myself transported to the dark and captivating atmosphere of Los Angeles, while the smell of the yellowing pages reminded me of that particular moment, under a summer sky.
This book was not just a read; he was a bridge between an ordinary day and an unforgettable literary adventure.
That’s the power of book boxes: they transform our walks into treasure hunts and remind us that the best discoveries are often those we didn’t expect.
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