“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. ”
– Ernest Hemingway

“A book is made by playing games with words.

A book is made up of pages to read. A book is made with feelings and emotions which ended up on the written page.

A book is made by characters who very often, as the Italian writer Luigi Pirandello believed, start to develop their own personalities and start to exist by themselves in this parallel universe known as literature.

For me, books have always had a life of their own, just like human beings. A new book smells nice, and maybe the paper is shiny and bright, impressive, and flashy, but even an old book has a story to tell, even before you start reading it, like the wrinkles on a human face. On each page, something has happened before. You may notice a dried tear left by someone who was moved. Another time, you may see where someone else bent the corner of a page, just to remember where the reading stopped.

You can love or hate a book. You can like or dislike a book. However, in the end, a book always tells a story, or a series of stories, with characters who, temporarily, can be real and vivid in your imagination.

A book is a faithful caretaker of memories, of emotions, of the effort, sacrifice, and work of the person who wrote it.

So, a book, whatever you think, always deserves respect.”