Neil Gaiman.. . I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.
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. . . I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories.
I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway. We all need a place to escape from our problems, a place where we can be free from the stresses of the world around us.
A good book is one way to find that escape, but books can also provide a safe haven from those who would use us for their own gain. In reading, we can find companionship as well as a way to escape from life's problems.
Source: The Ocean At The End Of The Lane
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