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Fading, Like the Stars

“We dream our dreams alone
With no resistance
Fading like the stars we wish to be”

"Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it."

- Carlos Ruiz Zafón - The Shadow of The Wind

When I was little, when I was only just a child, I remember my mother would take me on her lap, in the corner of this very, very dark room. She would light only one simple lamp, and she would sit there in the tiny, tiny patch of light. And she would read to me. Read and read and read again. Everything. Day after day she would read to me. And then, later, when I was older, she would teach me how to read for myself. When I was little I remember my mother would read book after book to me, and those fictions were what gave me hope and courage.

That was before I learned that fiction was illegal.