Jay KristoffThe books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us.
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We all have certain books that we love so much that when we read them for the first time, they become our favorite book. We love them so much that we will reread them over and over again until we’ve memorized every word in the book. After that, we will never forget where we left off. So when we come across that same book years later, it brings back all of those wonderful memories of reading it for the first time. We’ll think back to the day that we read it, how it made us feel, and even what was going on in the world at the time.
Source: Nevernight
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