Books are the perfect transport. You open up a good book and you’re transported to a different world. No matter what the genre, if the author does it right, you’re no longer in your own world. You’re in the character’s home. You’re in a dystopian. You’re in New York or some hick town in Kansas. You’re in 1840 England. You’re at a different planet than Earth.
You can escape reality for a second and imagine a different world. You think like the character, you connect with them, you cry or laugh with them. It doesn't matter, you’re transported.

It’s a great feeling of satisfaction when someone comes back to me and says, “Oh my gosh, I loved [insert book name] so much!” Or even when they just tell me their opinions about a mutual loved or hated book. I like hearing what other people think, but also saying my own suggestions and opinions.
Of course, starting a blog is scarier than talking in person. You just see a blank page with a blinking black line. That’s all you see as your mind races to think of the correct words for what you’re thinking. You don’t want to bore people or have them feel as if they wasted your time. Obviously, you want them to enjoy it.
Just as books are friends, I hope in this blogosphere, friendships are made as well.
Tell me: why do you love books?