Desire overwhelmed me once she had gone. But it was not a desire for Homer. I had to return to the library. I could already smell the books' muskiness and in my mind turned over pages with as many differing textures as a forest; pages that were brittle and fragile which had to be coaxed to turn; pages that were soft and scented, presenting their words as if the were a gift in the palm of a hand, and pages that fell open heavily of their own accord as if weighted by the importance of their message. But more than anything else I was compelled by their mystery, by all the stories they had yet to tell me.' I have to go to the library, Homer. I have to be with the books. Christine Aziz
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Authors use books as a way to escape from reality. As they read and write about the characters they create, their own lives begin to feel empty and unfulfilling. Sometimes we can become so stuck in our everyday lives that we're unable to see the beauty and wonder of the world around us. It is for this reason that we must go out and explore its wonders with all our senses and open our minds and hearts to its mysteries.

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