There are books.
Then, there are our favorite books.
Our favorite books are the ones we can’t bear to part with no matter how many times we clean off our shelves. We know their plots by heart, yet we still read them cover-to-cover like we did the very first time we picked them up. The characters on the page are like old friends we want to visit again and again. Some may only see creased and faded pages, broken spines and bent covers, but, to us, they are some of our most valuable possessions. These stories bury themselves deep inside of us, taking up their own section of our heart until they become a part of who were are.
Because of reading we carry our favorite stories with us forever.